The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang. It was a dull, brassy sound that cut through the mist. "Move, Miller." The voice was flat. It carried no anger. Only duty. Elias Miller did not move. He stood by the curb. His boots were soaked. The water seeped through the leather. It felt cold. It felt real. "Miller. Step aside." He looked up. The Captain stood there. Rain ran down his cap. It ran down his cheek. He looked like...

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