The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 11:14:06 -

The bell tower stood empty. It had stood empty for three years. The city grew around it, a jagged mouth of iron and soot, chewing on the old stone foundations. Elias Thorne sat on the cold flagstones at the base. He was a man made of thin lines and dry paper. His coat hung off his shoulders like a shed skin. He held a ledger in his hands. The ink was wet. The pages were yellowed. Above him, the...

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