The Wistful Incense

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The church bell rang for the hour of the wolf, a sound that seemed to tear the fabric of the morning open to reveal the blood beneath, and you sat in the center of the stone floor with your hands trembling so violently that the clay bowl in your lap cracked, spilling the black, viscous paste that had kept the plague at bay for thirty years. You remember the taste of it, a metallic tang like...

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