The Wistful Incense

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The clock on the wall ticked once, twice, three times, marking the seconds Elias Thorne had spent staring at the wisteria. It was a small pot, ceramic and white, sitting on the corner of his desk like a white eye. The vines were purple, thick as his thumb, and they were pulsing. Not swaying. Pulsing. A rhythmic, faint light emanated from the buds, matching the erratic thump of his heart against...

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