The Wistful Incense

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The mortar was heavy, a block of grey stone worn smooth by three generations of thumbs, and Ida Ashdown ground the dried wormwood with a force that made her knuckles white. The sound was a dull, rhythmic thud, like a slow heartbeat in the empty cellar, and the light from the single oil lamp above her flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the damp stone walls. She was fifty-two,...

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