The Wistful Incense

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You wake with the taste of ash in your mouth, a dry, metallic residue that clings to the back of your throat. It is the taste of the kiln, of the clay that refuses to sing. You are Thomas Bradshaw, the potter of Alder Creek, a town that smells perpetually of wet wool and turned earth. The dream you have just shaken off is vivid, a recurring nightmare where your hands are made of the same red...

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