The Wistful Incense

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The dream was not a dream. It was a smell. It hung in the air of the factory floor, thick and heavy, smelling of burnt sugar and wet ash. Thomas Halloway woke with his mouth dry. He lay still. The sound of the looms was already starting up. A rhythmic, metallic clatter. The heart of the mill. He sat up. The wooden floor was cold against his bare feet. Outside, the sky was the color of old iron....

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