The Wistful Incense

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The room was white. Not the white of snow, or milk, or bone. It was a sterile, humming white. A void that breathed. Elias sat. He held the glass. It was warm. It pulsed. Like a heart. Like a lie. "You are here to speak," said the Voice. It came from everywhere. It came from nowhere. It was the air itself. Elias nodded. His throat was dry. His lips cracked. He looked down. The glass was clear....

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