The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 10:36:53 -

The tower stood. It had stood for three centuries. Stone by stone. Mortar by mortar. We did not build it. We maintained it. That was the job. That was the life. I was the Keeper. My name was Elias. I did not care for names. Names were for men who left. I stayed. I stayed because the Tower needed me. Or perhaps I needed the Tower. It did not matter. The distinction was lost. Like ink in water....

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