The Wistful Incense

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The candle flame in the workshop sputtered, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls where the smell of beeswax and cold iron hung thick in the air. Elara sat hunched over the velvet pad, her fingers trembling so violently that the fine silver wire slipped from her grasp and rolled onto the floor with a faint, metallic clatter. She picked it up, her breath catching in her throat,...

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