The Wistful Incense

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The roof of the Abbey of St. Jude came down at noon. It was not a violent collapse, but a slow, sighing exhalation of dust and shattered slate that buried the nave in a grey twilight. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the ruin, her hands pressed against her ears, watching the sunlight die behind the cloud of debris. She had spent thirty years restoring this place. She had mixed mortar by...

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