The Wistful Incense

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The rain fell on the roof of the old manor like a thousand small fists, tapping a relentless rhythm against the slate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Elias stood by the window, watching the mist swallow the garden. He had left his home in the north to find a life here in the south, a life that was supposed to be clean and new. But the house, Blackwood Hall,...

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