The Wistful Incense

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The silk sash was the only thing that remained whole. It had once been the color of dried blood, a deep, arterial crimson that had stained the hem of my mother’s gown. Now it was gray. The threads were thin as spiderwebs, fraying at the edges where my fingers had pulled, day after day, trying to unravel the knot that held the past in place. I sat in the library of the Abbey, the dust motes...

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