The Wistful Incense

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The air in the workshop always tasted of copper and dried lavender, a scent that Elias Thorne had breathed for forty years until it became less a smell and more a texture, a velvet lining against the inside of his skull. He was a maker of bells, not the large bronze clamors that called the faithful to prayer, but small, delicate chimes for the private sanctums of the wealthy. His hands, mapped...

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