The Wistful Incense

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The smell of burnt sugar and despair was the first thing I noticed, clinging to the back of my throat like a bad taste that no amount of water could wash away. It was a scent that belonged to the past, to the years before the bank took the keys, before the walls of our family home were stripped bare to the studs. I had come back to Harrow’s Mill, a town that seemed to be slowly dissolving into...

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