The Wistful Incense

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The station clock struck nine, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed to vibrate through the iron floorboards of the platform, and Margaret Holloway watched the tail lights of the express train dissolve into the gray mist of the early morning. She had come to say goodbye to her brother, Thomas, not with the usual tearful embrace, but with the quiet, terrible efficiency of a woman who has already...

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