The Wistful Incense

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The morning mist in the city of Oakhaven did not merely hang in the air; it settled into the bones, a damp, grey wool that wrapped around the ankles and climbed the spines of the citizens who walked the cobblestone streets. It was a city that remembered itself, where the architecture leaned in slightly, as if listening to the whispers of the stones, and where the boundary between the living and...

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