The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 01:36:08 -

I woke with the taste of iron and old dust in my mouth, the kind of taste that settles in the teeth when you have been chewing on your own fear for too long. I was standing in the nave of a cathedral that did not exist on any map I had ever studied, a place of stone and shadow that breathed with a slow, rhythmic heaviness, like the chest of a sleeping giant. The air was thick, not with smoke,...

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