The Wistful Incense

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Elara. The name was not spoken; it was projected from the ceiling speakers, a distorted, metallic shriek that vibrated in the fillings of every guest at the gala. Silas stood on the dais, his tuxedo stained with something dark and viscous, gesturing toward the massive, rusted turbine at the center of the hall. The air smelled of ozone and old copper, a scent that coated the back of the throat...

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