The Wistful Incense

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The chandelier above Elias Thorne’s head was a cage of crystal and iron, dripping light into a room that smelled of roasted meat and burning sage. It was the winter of 1912, and the air in the Halloran Foundry banquet hall was thick, almost viscous, with the green, acrid smoke that the workers called the Ward. Elias stood at the edge of the table, his hands trembling slightly as he held a glass...

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