The Wistful Incense

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The soot had already settled into the whorls of Elias Thorne’s fingerprints by the time the alarm clock shrieked its first metallic note. He sat on the edge of the narrow bed, the linoleum floor cold against his bare feet, and stared at his hands. In the dream, the paper had not merely burned; it had screamed, a high, thin sound like tearing silk that had left a residue of ash on his tongue. He...

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