The Wistful Incense

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The count of the silver thimbles was wrong, three short of the forty required for the winter inventory, a discrepancy that sat in my stomach like a stone before I could even finish pouring the tea. It was the fourteenth of November, 1642, and the air in the parlor of Blackwood Hall tasted of damp wool and old wax, a scent that clung to the velvet curtains and the heavy oak furniture. I stood...

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