The Wistful Incense

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The mud on your boots is the same color as the rot inside the old oak, a deep, bruised purple that smells of wet iron and forgotten centuries. You walk the perimeter of the estate, the path worn smooth by generations of feet that have long since turned to dust, yet the rhythm of your stride is a modern thing, a mechanical ticking that contradicts the slow, heavy breathing of the trees around...

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