The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a mirror of its own dull, industrial exhaustion. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his workshop, a man carved from the same soot-stained timber as his shelves, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the vibration of the loom behind him. He was a weaver of small, intricate...

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