The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a smear of mud and memory, and in the center of this deluge stood Elara, her hands buried deep in the wet earth of the boundary stone, her fingers slick with the black sludge that smelled of rot and ancient iron. She was not digging for treasure, nor was she seeking a grave, but...

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