The Wistful Incense

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The bell had not rung for an hour, yet the incense still hung in the air, thick and sweet, smelling of burnt sugar and old wood. Thomas stood in the center of the town square, his chest heaving, the smoke curling around his wrists like spectral fingers. He was not praying. He was waiting. The town of Oakhaven was a place of stone and silence, a medieval pocket in the middle of the modern world...

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