The Wistful Incense

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The tip of the pen was already bleeding ink onto the heavy cream paper, a dark stain spreading like a bruise, when I remembered the smoke. It had been thick in the dream, a physical weight pressing against my lungs, the scent of my sister’s funeral incense so potent it felt like swallowing ash. I had stood in the nave of the chapel, watching the priest’s mouth move, but the sound was muffled by...

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