The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 05:58:24 -

The smoke rises in a single, unbroken column of grey silk, piercing the heavy, coal-stained air of the industrial town of Oakhaven, where the sky is not a blue expanse but a bruised, perpetual twilight, and you, the Master of the Alchemical Furnace, stand at the center of the great hall, your hands stained with the soot of ten thousand transmutations, your eyes fixed on the incense burner that...

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