The Wistful Incense
The urn is not heavy, not in the way that iron or lead is heavy, but it has a weight that settles in the hands like a wet stone, and I have carried it for three years since Elara’s funeral, keeping it in the back pocket of my overalls where it digs into my hip bone with every step I take down the mill floor. Mr. Thorne stood in the doorway of the boiler room, his breath pluming in the cold air...
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