The Wistful Incense

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The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its spine cracked, the pages heavy with the weight of arithmetic that no longer balanced. You counted the hours it had taken for the black stain to reach the floorboards, a slow, viscous creep that defied the logic of water or oil. It was not liquid, exactly, but a thick, wet sludge that smelled of scorched paper and the metallic tang of old blood....

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