The Wistful Incense

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The first thing the boy noticed was the smell, not the sound. It was a scent of damp wool and ozone, thick as fog, clinging to the high, vaulted ceiling of the municipal archive. Thomas had been sent there by his father, a man whose face had lately become a mask of such profound exhaustion that it seemed carved from grey stone. The father did not speak of the work; he only pointed a shaking...

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