The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One Roelof Visser, registrar of the polder seed vault, stood before the reclamation yard where the dead machines rusted in the haze. The kerosene was gone, and the night stretched long against the locks. I had forty years of service to my name, yet I held only an oxygen subscription that cost half my wage. My father had been a traitor, a man who sold the mill’s blueprints to the eastern...

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