The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 19:21:33 -

The blade was stuck. It was jammed deep in the oak beam. Blood ran down the hilt. Red. Hot. Maggie’s hand shook. She pulled. It would not move. The room was small. Stone walls. Damp. Cold. A single window. High up. Moonlight. Pale. Thin. It cut the air. It cut the dust. It cut the fear. Maggie looked at the knife. She looked at the beam. She looked at her hand. The wound was deep. It pulsed. A...

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