The Wistful Incense

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The dream was of ash. Not the black, choking kind, but a pale, fine powder that tasted of chalk and old bone. It filled the lungs. It settled in the teeth. It was beautiful, in the way that a grave is beautiful. It was clean. Waking, Thomas saw the candle still burning. It had been burning for three days. The wax pooled on the table like spilled milk. He blinked. The smoke curled upward, a thin...

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