The Wistful Incense
The Wistful Incense I. The censer stood on the mantelpiece of the drawing-room at Blackwood Hall like a silent accusation, its bronze surface darkened by centuries of smoke and ritual. Elias Thorne had inherited it along with the house, the debts, and the ghosts—three burdens that, in his opinion, were indistinguishable from one another. It was early November in the Scottish Borders, the kind...
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