The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 10:42:51 -

The pot cracked. It was a small sound. Like a bone snapping. Silas looked down. The clay was white. Hot. Steam rose from it. He smelled it. Sage. And blood. And iron. "Did you hear that?" he asked. The room was empty. Well. Not empty. The walls were breathing. They expanded. They contracted. The shadows in the corners shifted. They were watching. They were always watching. Silas touched the rim...

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