The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-25 19:13:54 -

The censer is heavy. It weighs more than the iron keys in my pocket, more than the bag of flour I carried up the three flights of stairs this morning. I hold it with both hands, my knuckles white against the cool bronze. The smoke rises in a thin, gray ribbon, curling around the headboard of Leo’s bed. He is burning up. His skin is tight, shiny, like a drum skin before the beat. I pour water...

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