The Wistful Incense

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The jar sat on the shelf. It was half empty. That was the problem. Or maybe it was the fact that it was made of glass so thin it looked like ice. I held it in my hand. The glass was warm. It had been sitting there for days. Dust gathered on the rim. A fine, gray powder. It smelled of pine. It smelled of smoke. It smelled of my wife. Her name was Elara. She was beautiful. She was cruel. I loved...

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