The Wistful Incense

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The rain lashed against the leaded windows of the manor house with a violence that seemed personal, as if the sky itself were trying to scrub the very soul from the stone, and in the center of the Great Hall, where the tapestries hung like dried blood on the walls, Edmund Blackwood stood with his back to the fire, his hands trembling not from the cold that had seeped into his bones over the...

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