The Wistful Incense

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Elara. The sound of her own name, called out by the Matron’s sharp, clicking tongue, seemed to hang in the air like a piece of torn lint, sticky and grey. Mrs. Gable stood at the head of the long, scarred table in the staff room, her fingers drumming a rapid, impatient rhythm against the wood, a metronome for the town’s poverty. Elara sat with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap,...

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