The Wistful Incense

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I woke with the taste of ash on my tongue and the smell of wet wool clinging to my skin, though the air in the chamber was dry and still, smelling instead of old paper and the faint, sweet decay of lilies that had long since died. I was standing in a room that did not exist, a vast, circular library where the shelves spiraled upward into a darkness that seemed to breathe, and I knew, with a...

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