The Wistful Incense

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You are sitting in the chair that has swallowed your shape over the last thirty years, the leather creaking in a way that sounds suspiciously like a bone snapping under pressure. The room is small, a box of damp wood and dust, sealed off from the world by a window that has not been opened since the autumn you decided to stop looking out. It is night, or perhaps it is early morning, but the...

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