The Wistful Incense

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We were buried in the silt of the lower barracks, not by the earth but by the weight of our own accumulated silence, a silence that had calcified into a physical substance, thick and grey, pressing against our eardrums until the air we breathed felt less like oxygen and more like the stagnant residue of a thousand unspoken grievances, and I stood there, my hands still trembling from the...

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