The Wistful Incense

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The charcoal in the grate had turned to ash, a pale and brittle dust that crumbled under the iron poker, yet the smoke did not rise; it lay heavy on the floorboards, pooling in the corners like black water that refused to drain. I pressed my thumb into the bruise forming on Thomas’s knuckle, the skin cool and clammy as a stone pulled from a winter stream, and watched the grey vapor curl around...

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