The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 03:41:22 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the dirt roads into rivers of thick, brown sludge, and I stood there in the middle of the highway, my boots sinking into the muck, watching the headlights of the black sedan cut through the mist like two cold, indifferent eyes, while in my hands I clutched the small, wax-paper...

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