The Wistful Incense

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The air in the workshop of Silas Vane smelled of burnt sugar and old copper, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the oak tables until it seemed the furniture itself was slowly caramelizing under the weight of years. Silas sat in the center of this fragrant prison, his fingers stained black with soot, working on a mechanism of brass gears that turned with a sound like a whispering...

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