The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-21 14:43:15 -

The rain hit the pavement in a steady, rhythmic hiss. It was the sound of a city washing itself clean, or perhaps just drowning. Elias stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, watching the water streak down the glass of the storefronts. He was a man built for war, though the wars he fought were quiet, internal, and fought with the weapons of memory and regret. His shoulders were broad, his hands...

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