The Wistful Incense

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The stone cracked beneath my boot. I did not look down. The air tasted of iron. And ozone. We were inside the vault. The great cathedral of silence. The building breathed. It had to. Otherwise, the dust would kill us. I am an investigator. Of things that do not exist. Or rather. Things that refuse to stay dead. My name is Elias. It does not matter. Names are heavy here. They sink. I carried the...

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