The Wistful Incense

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when old Silas first looked at me, not with the usual glint of appraisal, but with a heavy, sorrowful pity that made my skin prickle. I was standing in the back room of my shop, the air thick with the scent of cedar shavings and dried lavender, trying to convince myself that the strange scratching in the walls was merely mice. Silas did not answer my question...

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