The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 05:09:05 -

The smoke curled. It did not rise. It sank. Arthur woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. It was a thick, grey taste. Like old paper. Like dead leaves. He sat up. The room was dark. The window showed a black sky. No stars. Just the grey of the coming dawn. He looked at the table. There was a box. It was small. Wooden. Dark. He did not remember opening it. He did not remember seeing it before....

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