The Wistful Incense
Chapter One "You cannot burn the shawl, Almaz. It is too heavy with memory to burn cleanly." The High Priest, Getachew, did not look up from his ledger. His fingers, stained with the ink of bureaucratic duty, smoothed the page as if the fabric I held were a mere administrative error, a typo in the town’s spiritual census. I stood in the parlor, a room preserved out of spite against the damp...
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