The Wistful Incense

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The house on the ridge had always smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that clung to the skin like a second layer of clothes that could never quite be peeled away. Elara stood by the window, watching the fog roll in from the valley below, a thick white blanket that erased the world beyond the garden’s edge. It was a gray morning, the kind that settled into the bones and made the joints...

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