The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 02:54:22 -

The coat was red. Bright, arterial, impossible against the grey slush of the driveway. Lily wore it to school. She did not own it. She had taken it from the hall closet, where it hung limp and forgotten above the mud boots. It was her father’s coat. Or perhaps her mother’s. It did not matter. It was warm. It was soft. It smelled of cedar and stale tobacco, a scent that usually meant danger, but...

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