The Wistful Incense

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The kiln breathed. It exhaled heat into the cold air of the workshop, a rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of Elias’s heart. He stood before it. The clay was hot. It glowed orange. Then red. Then black. Elias was a maker of bells. Not church bells. Not carillon bells. Small bells. For wind chimes. For gardens. For the rich who wanted the sound of purity in their manicured lawns. He...

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