The Wistful Incense

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The rain slicked the tarmac. Grey. Endless. Sergeant Elias Thorne wiped his visor. The glass fogged. He breathed in. Cold. Metal. Ozone. The road was a scar. Black asphalt. White lines. Fading. He walked. Boots on gravel. Crunch. Snap. The factory loomed. Rust. Red. Brown. Silence. Thorne checked his watch. 0400 hours. Shift change. He approached the gate. Chain link. Rusty. A figure stood...

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