The Wistful Incense

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I woke in the grey, humming dark of the factory floor, the air thick with the smell of hot coal and wet iron. It was not a dream, I was told, though I had no memory of falling asleep. I stood on a catwalk above a vast, churning pit where black water swirled into the center, and below me, the machinery groaned in a rhythm that matched my own heavy, laboring heart. I was holding a jar. It was...

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