The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 09:39:34 -

The smoke did not rise; it pooled, a thick, violet fog that settled into the cracks of the cobblestones and crept up the ankles of the faithful like a silent, hungry tide. I stood at the edge of the amphitheater, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a sharp, biting thing that settled in the marrow, but from the weight of the silence that had fallen over the crowd. They were watching...

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