The Wistful Incense

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The carriage rattled over the cobblestones, a sound like dry bones being shuffled in a drawer, as we approached the gates of St. Jude’s Priory. The air in London was thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool, a suffocating blanket that seemed to press against my lungs, reminding me of the years that had quietly stripped the strength from my hands. I was no longer the man who had once...

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