The Wistful Incense

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"Did you hear the bell?" "Didn't hear a thing." "Then it wasn't a bell." "Then what was it?" "Nothing. Probably the wind. Or my head." The wind. A cruel word. It stripped the glass. It rattled the spines of the books. It made the dust dance like dead moths. Elias sat. His desk was a tomb. The wood was dark. It wept with age. He pressed his palms flat. The cold bit through his skin. He wore thin...

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