The Wistful Incense

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The door was locked. It had been locked for three days. Silas sat on the cold floor. He held the box. It was small. Wooden. Warm. He did not look at the door. He looked at the box. The handle was brass. It had tarnished. Like his skin. Silas was a sinner. He knew this. The world knew this. They said so in the market. They said so in the church. They did not say it to his face. They said it to...

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