The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-22 18:40:37 -

14th of October Clara, the tremor is worse today. It is not a spasm, but a vibration, a low hum in the bone of my thumb that makes the ink bleed into the paper. I am forty-two. I have served the Old Hall for twenty years. I know every crack in the limestone, every draft that whistles through the east wing. I am here to secure my tenure before the annual review on the 20th. If I fail, I am out....

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