The Wistful Incense

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The smoke did not rise; it hung, a thick, grey ribbon that refused to be pulled by the wind, coiling around the steeple of the family chapel like a snake guarding a hoard. Elena Vane stood on the gravel drive, her hands trembling not from the October chill but from the migraine that had been splitting her skull since dawn, and she watched the incense smoke settle into the cracks of the...

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