The Wistful Incense

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Radmila’s fingers were already buried in the mortar when the phone rang, the trowel scraping a thin, wet line across the brick as she tried to keep the plaster from drying on the cellar step. She was forty-two, a linguistics professor who had spent the last six years grinding her teeth on a classical text, and now she was here, in the damp dark of the basement at seventy-one of Candlewick Row,...

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