The Wistful Incense

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The smell was first. It hung in the air of the Milltown depot, thick and cloying, a scent of burnt sage and old copper that clawed at the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood before the long counter, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of his own silence. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a metronome for his heart, which beat like a trapped bird against...

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