The Wistful Incense

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The letter lay on my desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and regret. It was from the university treasurer, detailing the final assessment of my father’s brewery debts. Three hundred pounds. A sum that had eaten through my savings, my pride, and the last of my father’s dignity before the fever took him. I signed the acknowledgment with a hand that trembled not from cold, but from the...

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