The Wistful Incense

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The dream comes first, as it always does, smelling of wet wool and iron, a grey fog rolling through the hallways of the old manor where the candles burn with a low, sickly hum that seems to vibrate in your teeth. You are standing in the courtyard, the stones slick with rain, and you are holding a bundle of linen that is heavy with a dampness that is not water, for it feels like breath, like the...

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