The Wistful Incense

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The bell in the steeple of Saint Jude’s does not ring. It hums. A low, bruised vibration that you feel in the marrow of your teeth before you hear it with your ears. You are waking up in a room that smells of wet wool and old copper. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, damp and weeping. This is not your house. This is not even your century, though the cut of your shirt feels strangely...

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