The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One "You can’t keep the smell in the walls, Renard. It’s in the plaster." I woke with the taste of burnt cedar on my tongue, the heat of the kiln still pressing against my eyelids. The low cloud outside was a physical weight, a grey slab of damp that pressed against the single pane of glass. I am thirty-two, and I carry a student debt older than my career, a number that haunts the...

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