The Wistful Incense

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The ink in the ledger bled. It did not soak so much as it wept, a rust-colored stain spreading across the brittle page like a bruise forming under the skin. Arthur Penhaligon watched it happen, his fingers hovering above the paper, trembling with the palsy that had stolen the steadiness from his hands three years prior. He was fifty years old, an archivist at the St. Jude’s Municipal Library,...

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