The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 07:52:23 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old city into a mirror of its own decay, and I stood in the doorway of my tailor’s shop, watching the puddles accumulate in the gutters with the detached curiosity of a man who had long since stopped expecting the weather to improve. I am a man of few words and many measurements, a tailor who has...

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