The Wistful Incense

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The sky tore open over the city of Oakhaven not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. I stood on the rooftop of the municipal watchtower, my uniform stained with the soot of a fire that had burned out hours before, and watched the ash fall like snow. It was the winter of the Great Collapse, the year the old laws died and the...

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