The Wistful Incense

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, rhythmic cadence against the leaded glass of the High Constable’s office, a sound that Edmund Vane had long since ceased to hear as weather and begun to perceive as the heartbeat of the city itself. The room was a study in decay, lined with shelves of brittle ledgers and maps of districts that no longer existed, their borders...

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