The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 20:40:01 -

You have always been a man who measured the world in inches of lead and yards of silence. Now, standing in the drafty foyer of the manor you were sworn to protect, you find that the silence has a texture, like wet wool pressed against a wound. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old beeswax, a smell that settles in the back of your throat and refuses to leave. You are sixty-two years...

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