The Wistful Incense

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The dream always begins with the smell of wet stone and the low, rhythmic humming of a bell that does not exist in the waking world, a sound so deep it vibrates in the marrow of my bones before it reaches my ears. I am standing in the nave of a cathedral that has no name, a place where the architecture is not built but grown, the pillars of twisted oak and obsidian rising toward a vaulted...

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