The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 07:50:32 -

The bell rang. It was the time to leave. You stood at the door of the workshop, your hands black with soot. They were not your hands. They belonged to the work. You looked back at the forge. The coal glowed red in the dark. You had built the cage. You had built the cage for the bird that would never sing. You knew this. You had always known it. Your brother, Thomas, stood by the anvil. He held...

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