The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 03:19:13 -

The eye was wrong. It sat in the socket of the mannequin, staring at nothing. I stood in the center of the hall. The air tasted of copper and dust. We were soldiers here. Or we had been. The uniform hung on my frame like a second skin. It was heavy. It was old. The fabric smelled of smoke that had died decades ago. My name is Elias. I remember this. I remember the rank. I remember the orders....

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