The Wistful Incense

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The air in the sub-basement of the textile mill did not smell of the sea, as the old songs promised, but of wet wool, coal dust, and the metallic tang of machine oil that seemed to seep into the pores of the skin and settle there, a permanent residue of industry that no amount of scrubbing could ever wash away, a scent that clung to the hair and the clothing and the very bones of the women who...

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