The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 15:18:44 -

You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is a copper tang, old and heavy, sitting on the back of your tongue like a coin you cannot swallow. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool and woodsmoke, of rotting leaves and the sweet, cloying scent of lilies forced to bloom in winter. You are not in your bed. You are not in the cold, gray office where the files stack up like tombstones,...

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