The Wistful Incense

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The mortar and pestle grind against each other with a sound like teeth clicking in the dark, a rhythmic, dry friction that fills the infirmary before the light does. You count the petals as you drop them, one by one, into the brass bowl, your fingers stained purple from the wisteria that has been drying in the rafters for three days. Forty-two years old, and your hands shake only when you are...

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