The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One Faye Dobbs had been a signalman for twelve years, a fact that made her hands permanently stiff from the cold levers and her license, technically lapsed, a paper weight in her pocket rather than a key to the door. She stood in the damp, incense-choked scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place that smelled of wet wool and old paper, where the air was so heavy with burning myrrh...

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