The Wistful Incense

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The chisel bit into the limestone, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up his wrist, a dull, rhythmic thud that matched the beat of the looms in the next room. He was forty-five years old, and his hands were stained with the soot of the communal hearth, a ritual he maintained with the precision of a clockmaker. The mill’s charter renewal was due in six weeks, a date that hung in the air...

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