The Wistful Incense

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The chandelier in the Grand Hotel’s ballroom did not shine so much as it screamed, a jagged constellation of crystal that caught the light of three hundred candles and threw it back in shards. Clara Vane stood by the ice sculpture of a swan, her left hand resting lightly on the marble ledge, the skin there tight and hot, a burning itch that had started as a tickle and now felt like a match held...

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