Chapter 62 · for subscribers
Two censers with their draught bands cut through, fifty-four holes apiece, lids that lift off in a servant's hand. And one a hand taller with the holes only chased into the surface and no breath through it anywhere, and a lid that is not a lid at all, because it was poured as part of the body. A censer is a thing that must breathe to burn. The third one is a bronze jar with a fire in it.
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