The Wistful Incense

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You wake up with the taste of iron and old smoke in your mouth. The dream is gone, but the feeling remains, a heavy, wet stone in your chest. You are in the barracks, or what passes for a barracks in this rusted-out town. The air is thick with the smell of coal dust and damp wool. You look down at your hands. They are shaking. Not from cold, though it is November, and the wind off the river...

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