The Wistful Incense

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The fire started in the attic of the old church. It did not roar. It whispered. A thin, gray smoke curled through the rafters like a ghostly finger pointing at the ceiling. I stood in the nave, holding my notebook. My pen was uncapped. I was ready to write. I was ready to catch the anomaly. I was not ready for the heat. The heat hit me like a wall of silk. Soft. Heavy. Suffocating. "Is it just...

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