The Wistful Incense

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The glass was thin as a whisper and smelled of iron, and I held it up to the light of the chandelier, watching the dust motes dance in the beam like tiny, confused angels. "You are certain," I said, not looking at him, my voice trembling with a fragility that had nothing to do with age and everything to do with the weight of the silence in this room. "You are certain that the fracture runs...

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