The Wistful Incense

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The ink is still wet on the ledger page when the dream takes you. You are standing at the edge of the Blackwater, the river that cuts through the industrial fog of Ashworth Mill, and the surface is not water but a sheet of hammered lead. It does not ripple. It holds the reflection of a woman who is not you. She is Clara. She is alive. She is waiting for you to sign the paper in your hand. The...

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