The Wistful Incense

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Act I Who keeps the fire when the water rises? The question hung in the humid air of the greenhouse module, a heavy, damp thing that Lan Wu could not swallow. He stood before the altar, his hands trembling not from age, but from the sheer weight of the silence. The incense smoke curled upward, not dissipating but coalescing into faces. They were the faces of the dead, pale and distinct, their...

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