The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks was a cavern of soot and steam, where the air tasted of copper pennies and burnt sugar, and the chandeliers, though they burned with gas, cast a light that was less illumination and more a heavy, amber suffocation. Margaret Holloway sat at the head of the long table, her spine rigid against the velvet chair, watching the smoke curl from the chimneys outside...

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