The Wistful Incense
The match flared, hissing in the draft that pulled through the keyhole, and you watched the flame lean away from the ledger as if repelled by a magnetic field, a behavior that defied every law of physics you had ever taught in your magistrate’s chambers. You struck another, and another, each time the fire bending back toward your thumb, refusing to touch the wet, glistening page where the ink...
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