The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang for the night shift, and Mr. Blackwood’s voice cut through the roar of the blast furnaces like a sharp, cold knife. "Vane! You there, boy? Your eyes are on the ceiling again. Get your hands on the lever or get out of my foundry." Elias Vane, twelve years old and soot-stained to the bone, snapped his gaze back to the glowing orange heart of the machine. He did not answer. He pulled...

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