The Wistful Incense

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The dream began not with a sound, but with the smell of wet ash and old paper, a scent so pungent and specific that it pierced the membrane of sleep and dragged him back into the waking world with a violence that felt less like an awakening and more like a resurrection. Thomas Bradshaw lay in the narrow bed of his apartment in Millhaven, a town that had long since ceased to be a hub of commerce...

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