The Wistful Incense

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The sky splits open. Not with thunder. With light. It is a light that has no source. It burns without heat. You look up. Your neck aches. You have looked up so many times before. Now the looking changes you. The village is gone. The fields are gone. Only the square remains. The stone square. The cobblestones. They are still there. But the air above them is different. It is thick. It is liquid....

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