The Wistful Incense
The dream began with the smell of burnt sugar and the sound of a wheel grinding against stone. Elias Thorne woke before the sun had fully breached the horizon of the industrial valley, the air thick with the grey haze of soot and damp wool. He did not remember the details of the dream, only the sensation of holding something heavy and warm in his hands, a bundle of herbs that smelled of thyme...
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