The Wistful Incense

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Act I Who is to say that the clay remembers what the hands forget? Hamza Kiyani asked the question aloud, his voice cracking against the roar of the kiln, a sound like a rope bridge creaking under the weight of a heavy load. He stood in the workshop, the air heavy with wet earth and burning wood, his fingers stained black up to the knuckles. The vessel in his hands was not merely a pot; it was...

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