The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 12:31:07 -

You dream of fire. It is not a pleasant fire. It eats the roots of things. It eats the bones of the earth. You wake in a place that is not yours. The sky is the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. It hangs low over the water. You are standing on a cliff. The wind is cold. It bites your face. You are old. Your hands are dry. The skin peels like paper. You look down. You are wearing a suit. It is...

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