The Wistful Incense

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The foxglove in the window box was dying. You knew it because the purple bells had turned to a bruised, sickly violet, and the leaves were curling inward like fists that had forgotten how to open. You watered it with the same careful, ritualistic precision you used for everything in this house, watching the water darken the soil, a small act of maintenance against the inevitable entropy of...

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