The Wistful Incense

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You wake in the dust. The air tastes of chalk and old blood. It is not the morning of your life. It is the morning of the archive. You are there. You are always there. The room is square. The walls are white. They are not white. They are bone. They are the color of a winter that never ends. You stand. Your legs are stiff. Your mind is sharp. You are a scholar. You know the weight of a word. You...

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