The Wistful Incense

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You hold the bowl. It is warm. The clay is rough against your palms. You do not look up. You know what is in your hands. You know what it is worth. You know what it means. The air in the kitchen smells of wet wool and old dust. The fire crackles. It is a small sound. It is the only sound. "Put it down," says your brother. His voice is flat. It is hard. Like a stone dropped in a well. He stands...

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