The Wistful Incense

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The dream had no walls. It was only a vast, grey void, smelling of ozone and wet stone. Elias stood there, naked, shivering. He waited for something to fall. It did not. He woke in the narrow cot, the sheet tangled around his ankles. The air in the cell was thick. It tasted of rust. And old sweat. He sat up. His head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain. Like a hammer striking a nail. Outside the...

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