The Wistful Incense

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The glass shatter was the only sound in the room. Ellis stood in the center of the conservatory. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and broken crystal. He was twelve years old. His hands were stained with a dark, viscous sludge. It looked like ink. It looked like blood. It was neither. It was the sap of the *Monstera deliciosa*. The plant had died. Not slowly. Not with the polite...

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