The Wistful Incense

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The smoke did not rise; it coiled, a thick, opalescent serpent binding the air around my wrists until I could no longer distinguish where my skin ended and the ether began, a suffocating embrace that smelled of burnt sage and the metallic tang of old pennies, that particular scent of institutions crumbling from the inside out while maintaining the polite facade of order on the surface. I am...

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