The Wistful Incense

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Act I The foundry floor hummed with the low, rhythmic thrum of the blast furnaces, a sound that vibrated in the teeth of every worker in the Sterling Type Foundry, a place where the air was heavy with molten lead and old sweat. Faye Tillman stood before her casting bench, the heat from the crucible pressing against her face like a physical weight, her hands steady despite the tremor in her...

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