The Wistful Incense

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The house burned. Not slowly, as one hopes for in dreams, but with a sudden, violent hunger that consumed the eaves first. Thomas stood on the wet grass, his boots sinking into the mud, and watched his life curl into ash. The sky was the color of a bruise. There was no wind, yet the smoke twisted in spirals that seemed to have a mind of their own. It was a Tuesday. That was the thing that stuck...

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