The Wistful Incense

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The tip of your tongue is black, a bruise of iron that tastes of old pennies, and you are pressing your lips against the cold stone of the crypt wall to keep the sound in. You are twelve years old, Elara, and you are singing the Silent Chant. It is not silent at all; it is a low, grinding hum that vibrates in the marrow of your jaw, a physical weight that sits in your chest like a stone dropped...

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