The Wistful Incense
Chapter One Opal Stroud stood in the high chair of the Bureau of Records, looking down at the young clerk who had just lit the forbidden stick, and he remembered the day he had first sat in that chair, the weight of the white robe settling on his shoulders like a shroud that fit too well, and the way the light from the single lamp had cut through the dust motes hanging in the air, a light that...
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