The Wistful Incense

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The salt flats stretched out like a sheet of dirty glass, reflecting a sky so pale it seemed to be rotting from the inside out, and Elias Thorne stood at the edge of this white nothingness with the weight of his uniform pressing down on his shoulders, a physical ache that had settled into the marrow of his spine during the long, silent walk from the town. He was forty-two, a sergeant in the...

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