The Wistful Incense

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Mara dreamed of glass. Not the clear kind. The thick, green kind. The kind that held the light and broke it into a thousand green shards. She was standing in a room with no doors. The floor was made of it. The ceiling was made of it. Every surface reflected her face, but the faces were wrong. They were older. They were tired. They looked at her with a pity that felt like ice water. She woke...

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