The Wistful Incense

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The smell of burnt cedar and stale coffee hung in the air of the shop on Oak Street like a shroud that refused to be lifted, wrapping around the ankles of the customers who shuffled in with their eyes fixed on the floor, as if the ground itself were a more honest place to look than the faces of the men who sold them silence. Thomas Bradshaw stood behind the counter, his hands folded neatly over...

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