The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 14:11:27 -

The glass was wet. You remember the dampness first. Not the cold, though the air bit through your thin cardigan. The dampness. It clung to your fingertips as you wiped the condensation from the window of the shop. Outside, the city slept in a bruised twilight. Neon signs bled red and blue onto the wet pavement. You were a man who smelled of beeswax and old paper. A restorer of things. A mender...

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