The Wistful Incense

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The knife was dull. It should have been sharper. Elias grinded it against the stone. Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. The sound was wet. Like breath in a throat. He looked at the board. The wood was dark. Old. It had served him for forty years. He ran a finger across the grain. Smooth. Worn. Like his own skin. He was a butcher. No, not a butcher. A maker. He made the smoke. He made the cure. He made the meat...

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