The Wistful Incense
Chapter One Filomena Leal dreamed of the stone facade breathing, the masonry expanding and contracting like the ribcage of a sleeping animal. She woke in the requisitioned boarding house on seventy-one of Stonecutter Alley, her hand still gripping the iron bedframe, the metal cold against her palm. The city outside was waking, the sound of a ferry crossing the river cutting through the long,...
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