The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 07:27:37 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of our street into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gas lamps in trembling, distorted halos. I stood by the window of the study, watching the water bead and slide down the glass, while inside, the house held its breath. It was a heavy silence, the kind that settles over a home when a guest has overstayed their welcome and...

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