The Wistful Incense

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a suspended gray veil that blurs the boundary between the leaden sky and the stone floor of the chapel, where you stand in the shadow of the altar, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps through the wool of your habit but from the sheer, crushing weight of the years that have accumulated upon your shoulders like the heavy, damp...

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