The Wistful Incense

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Elias. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, cutting through the smell of cedar shavings. Master Aldous did not look up from his bench. He was measuring a length of twine, his hands moving with the precision of a clock mechanism, but his voice carried the weight of a hammer. Elias froze. The chisel in his hand trembled. A twelve-year-old boy, he was small for his age, his fingers stained...

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