The Wistful Incense

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Elias. The name hung in the air of the sub-basement, sharp and cold, echoing off the concrete walls. It was not a voice I recognized, yet it carried the specific, heavy cadence of my own self-accusation. I stood before the incinerator, a rusted steel box that smelled of burnt paper and old grease. In my hands, I held the Incense Ledger. It was a thick, bound volume of black leather, heavy...

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