The Wistful Incense

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The hand was cold, slick with a fluid that smelled of burnt sage, and Elias held it as if it were a live coal that might slip from his grip at any moment. The fluorescent lights of the State Sanatorium’s intake ward hummed a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate in the teeth, a sound that never stopped, never changed, and never acknowledged the small, black cough that was currently tearing...

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