The Wistful Incense

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The rain in the Cotswolds does not fall; it settles, a fine, gray silt that coats the lungs and the conscience. You arrive at the estate of Blackwood Hall with your briefcase in one hand and your wife’s velvet mourning shawl draped over your shoulders. The fabric is heavy, a deep, bruised purple that seems to absorb the light rather than reflect it. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old,...

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