The Wistful Incense

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The bell above the door did not ring. It tolled, a deep, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, shaking the dust from the rafters of the Emporium of Echoes. I stood at the counter, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the air. It was thick, syrupy, smelling of ozone and old paper. "Another client?" I asked, my voice sounding foreign to...

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