The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang. It was a sharp, industrial sound. Not a chime. A clang. It echoed off the concrete walls of the factory floor. Silas stood still. His hands hung at his sides. They were stained with grease. Black oil. It had soaked into his skin. It was part of him now. He looked at the floor. The tiles were cracked. Dust gathered in the lines. "Silas." The voice was low. It came from the office...

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