The Wistful Incense

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The morning light hit the limestone cliffs of the Burren, splitting the dry grass into a thousand brittle shards that glittered like broken glass before the wind could tear them down. It was a place where the earth had been scraped bare by ice and time, leaving only the bones of the world exposed to the sky. Declan Brennan stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the fog roll off the Atlantic,...

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