The Wistful Incense
The incense you hold is not merely a stick of resin and ash, but the physical weight of a city that no longer exists. You are Elias Thorne, a man of no fixed address in the sprawling, fog-choked metropolis of Oakhaven, and you possess this single, slender object with the devotion of a priest tending a dying flame. To the casual observer, you are a figure of quiet eccentricity, a shadow moving...
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