The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 01:57:17 -

The coat was red. Not a bright, cheerful red, but a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to drink the light in the small, sterile room of the boarding house. It hung on the back of a chair, stiff and unyielding, like a piece of furniture. It belonged to no one. Or rather, it belonged to everyone, which was the same thing. Leo sat on the edge of his bed. He was twelve. He was small for twelve,...

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