The Wistful Incense

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The air in the cellar was thick. It smelled of damp earth and old wool. Margaret sat on a wooden stool. Her hands were bare. The floorboards creaked under her weight. She was polishing a pair of boots. They were Edward’s boots. The leather was stiff. It had not been used in years. Margaret ran her thumb over the toe. She felt a small ridge. A flaw in the hide. She smoothed it. She rubbed it....

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