The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 05:47:56 -

The bell tolls. You are leaving. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and old iron. You do not look back. To look back is to invite the sorrow in. You walk toward the gate. The gate is high. The iron is black. It weeps rust. You are the Keeper. That is your title. That is your burden. You keep the silence. You keep the shape of the thing that should not be. The city sleeps beyond the...

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