The Wistful Incense

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The dream smelled of wet ash and copper. Elias woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the taste of old blood. He lay in the narrow cot of the boarding house, the springs groaning beneath him like a dying animal. Outside, the town of Oakhaven hummed its low, industrial thrum. The mills never slept. They chewed the day into ribbons, spinning it into thread, selling it to the world. Elias was...

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