The Wistful Incense
We arrived in the town of Oakhaven just as the autumn fog began to swallow the horizon whole, and I remember thinking that the air itself seemed to hold its breath, a heavy, damp thing that settled into the marrow of my bones and whispered of endings that had not yet fully begun, for we had driven for nine hours through a landscape that stripped away the pretenses of city life until only the...
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