The Wistful Incense

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The rain fell on the thatch like a secret. Elara wiped the counter. Her hands were rough. The wood grain bit into her palms. She loved the shop. She loved the dust. She loved the silence between customers. The bell above the door jingled. A man entered. He wore a coat of heavy wool. It smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke. His name was Arthur. He held a small box. It was wrapped in brown paper....

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