The Wistful Incense

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The clock in the shop ticked with the heavy, wooden patience of a judge who has already decided the verdict. I sat at my workbench, the smell of burnt beeswax and old oil hanging thick in the air. Outside, the factory whistles of Millhaven screamed their industrial hymns, a constant, grinding reminder that the world was changing, even if the hands inside this room refused to keep time with it....

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