The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One Aaltje Rietveld was thirty-two years old and owed forty-seven shillings to the company store, a debt that sat on her chest like a wet wool coat. She stood in the back room of the Federal Writers’ Project office, a place that smelled of damp paper and the metallic tang of old ink, and watched the High Chancellor, Van den Berg, sign the inventory sheet with a flourish that looked more...

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