The Wistful Incense

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The dream was a room of teeth. Elara woke with the taste of copper in her mouth. The air in the chamber was thin. It smelled of old wax and wet stone. She sat up. Her hands trembled. They were not her own hands. They were large. They were brown. They were stained with something dark and viscous. She looked down. The skin of her forearms was peeling. It curled away like burnt paper. Underneath...

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