The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 02:22:30 -

The door was locked. It had been locked for forty years. Margaret stood before it. Her fingers trembled. They were long, pale, and stained with soot. "You cannot enter," said the man. He wore a suit of grey wool. It was pressed. It was clean. It smelled of lavender and iron. "I must," Margaret whispered. "You cannot." The air was thick. It hummed. It buzzed like a hive of bees trapped in...

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