The Wistful Incense

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The silk shawl sits on the chair like a shed skin, its emerald hue darkening in the dim light of my boarding room, a garment that feels less like a gift and more like a noose waiting to be tightened around the neck of my dignity. I have been wearing it for three weeks, every day I cross the threshold of Mr. Vane’s estate, the heavy fabric resting on my shoulders with a weight that seems to...

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