The Wistful Incense

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The cellar was not dark, not truly, but it was a darkness that had weight, a heavy, damp thing that settled into the marrow of Thomas Ashworth’s bones. He sat on a bench of rough-hewn oak, his back against the stone wall, and watched the steam rise from the clay bowl in his hands. The air smelled of thyme, of wet earth, and of the sharp, medicinal bite of willow bark. It was a smell that...

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