The Wistful Incense

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The bell tower of Saint Jude’s stood against a sky the color of bruised slate. It did not ring. It had not rung in forty years. The silence was a physical weight, pressing against the eardrums of anyone who dared climb the spiral stairs. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the belfry. He was a man of sixty, with the stooped shoulders of a scholar who had spent too many hours hunched over...

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