The Wistful Incense

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The wind does not howl here; it scratches. It is a dry, papery sound, like fingers dragging across old parchment. You are Elias, though the name feels thin, stretched over bone like a skin that no longer fits. You are thirty-two. You are a warden. You want to stay. You need to stay. The debt is a hole in the ground, and you are the stone at the bottom, holding the earth up. If you leave, the...

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