The Wistful Incense

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November 14, 1912. The soot in my lungs tastes of iron and old coal. I am Elias Thorne, forty years old, and my hands are shaking, but not from the cold. The draft in this mill is a living thing, a grey ghost that steals the heat from my bones while I work the loom. I want only to finish the Wistful Incense tapestry. It is a commission for Mayor Halloway, a piece of intricate silk and wool that...

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