The Wistful Incense

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The train hissed to a halt in the gray throat of Oakhaven, exhaling a plume of steam that hung in the still air like a ghost refusing to dissipate. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, the cold biting through the heavy wool of his father’s coat, a garment that had outlived its owner by twenty years and yet felt heavier with each passing mile. He was here to audit the Halloway Textile Mill, a...

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