The Wistful Incense

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The rain does not fall upon the moor so much as it strikes the earth with the cold, deliberate insistence of a judgment already passed, and you stand in the center of that judgment, your hands buried to the wrists in the wet, black peat, your breath a ragged white thing that vanishes before it can truly exist, while the silence around you is not empty but thick, a living substance that presses...

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