The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks District was a cavern of smoke and grease. It smelled of roasted pig and hot iron. You stood at the edge of the crowd, a small figure in a patched coat. Your name was Thomas. You were twelve years old. The air was thick with the laughter of the men who built the city. They were giants in their leather aprons, their faces blackened by soot and sweat. At the...

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