The Wistful Incense

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The air in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s Institute for the Displaced hung thick with the scent of boiled wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of impending storm, a atmosphere so suffocating that Margaret Holloway felt her lungs struggle for purchase in the heavy, unyielding ether. It was the Feast of Saints, a night designated for communal gratitude, yet the gratitude felt hollow, a...

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