The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 07:52:02 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a single, breathing entity of slate and mist. I stood at the threshold of the Gatehouse, the wet stone cold against my boot, and watched the fog roll off the moor, thick and white as wool, swallowing the road that had led me there. In my hand, wrapped in oilcloth that had long since lost...

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