The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 05:13:22 -

The fire does not smell of wood. It smells of burnt sugar and old blood, a cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat and refuses to wash away. You stand in the center of the great hall, the air thick with a grey mist that moves against the wind, and you feel the weight of the small ceramic jar in your left hand. It is warm. It has always been warm, ever since you pulled it from the...

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