The Wistful Incense
Chapter One Marcel Hubert’s hands, stained with the grey residue of the ritual, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had once enforced the law in a different century, now reduced to scraping the ash from the ceiling of his drafty boarding house on the edge of the Breton marshes. The incense, a thick, resinous braid he had purchased from a supplier in the old town, burned with a...
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