The Wistful Incense

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The fog in the Hollow did not rise; it accumulated, a thick, grey sludge that settled into the joints of the stone buildings and the hollows of men’s eyes. Magistrate Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in his office, staring at the left arm that ended in a smooth, pink socket just above the wrist. There was no blood, no bone, only a seamless seal where flesh had once been, a void that pulsed...

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