The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 12:13:06 -

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It hammered the thatch of the cottage. It seeped through the cracks in the stone. It entered the bones. It settled in the marrow. Edward walked. He walked alone. He walked through the mud. He walked toward the house. He carried nothing. He held nothing. Yet he felt heavy. He felt the weight of the years. He felt the weight of the blood. He was a soldier. He...

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