BSW 289

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Tae-muk, sitting on the edge of the wooden platform, was staring intently at a palm-sized brazier. One might wonder why there was a brazier in the middle of summer, but it wasn't to ward off the cold or to heat up food.

A single thin stream of smoke rose from the brazier like a shimmering haze. After deep contemplation, Tae-muk stuffed another handful of dried mugwort into the brazier. Then, he fanned it with his hands. Because his hands were so large, the embers grew rapidly, as if he were using a fan. Soon, clouds of smoke billowed up and spread throughout the surroundings.