The Wistful Incense

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The house smelled of damp wool and old paper. I sat in the armchair by the window. The glass was thick. It distorted the view of the garden. I saw the elm tree. It was tall. It was green. It was still there. My hands rested on my knees. They were cold. The air in the room was still. Outside, the rain tapped against the pane. A soft, rhythmic sound. Like a clock. Like a heart. I was an old man....

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