The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One You remember the light first, how it slanted through the high windows of the old house, cutting through the dust like a blade. It was the afternoon of the feast, the air heavy with roasting duck and the sharp, acrid bite of the Wistful Incense. Celeste Hebert stood at the head of the table, her hands steady on the silver tray, though her mind was a churning sea of debt and duty. She...

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