The Wistful Incense

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The tea was cold. It had been cold for hours. Silas stood by the window, watching the soot settle on the glass like a gray snow. He did not blink. His eyes were dry. They had been dry for a long time. The room was small. It was a box of brick and dust. The air tasted of iron and old wool. Outside, the city roared. The gears of the factory turned. They never stopped. They were the heart of the...

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