The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang. It was not a sound that invited. It was a sound that accused. Thomas walked into the square. The mud was deep. It sucked at his boots. He did not pull them free. He let them sink. He felt the weight of it. The cold. The wet. The town of Oakhaven lay before him. It was small. It was old. The roofs were black with age. The chimneys were thin. They twisted like fingers pointing at a...

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