The Wistful Incense

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Silas’s hand trembled as he struck the match, the sulfur smell sharp and chemical against the damp air of the library. He lit the wisteria bundle, the purple blossoms curling into black ash with a hiss that sounded like a snake striking. The smoke did not rise; it pooled on the floor, thick and violet, smelling of rot and old roses. He was forty years old, but his hair had gone white at the...

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