The Wistful Incense

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The candle had burned down to a stub, a pale, waxy navel of tallow that wept a single, teardrop-sized bead of oil onto the silver plate beneath it. I watched it tremble there, suspended for a moment in the thin, stagnant air of the chamber before it fell and hissed, extinguishing itself in a wisp of grey smoke. It was a small death, insignificant in the grand architecture of the night, yet it...

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