The Wistful Incense

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He woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. It was a dry, gray powder. He spat it out. It landed on the white sheets. He wiped it away. It smeared. The room was small. It was a cell, really. Or a closet. The walls were painted a sickly yellow. The air was still. It smelled of old dust and lavender water. He sat up. His head throbbed. He looked at his hands. They were clean. They were his...

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