The Wistful Incense

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You are Elias, and your hands are deep in the wool, the fingers black with dye and trembling with a cold that has nothing to do with the weather, as you work to finish the hem of the shawl that is currently strangling you. The fabric is wet, slick with a substance that is not sweat but something darker, and it pulls tight against your throat, a noose that breathes in time with your own lungs....

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