The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall of the Citadel of Saint Aethelgard was not merely a room but a suspended breath, a vast, vaulted expanse of polished obsidian and hanging lanterns that burned with a cold, blue fire which did not consume the wick but seemed to draw the warmth from the air itself, leaving the attendees in a state of perpetual, shivering anticipation where the scent of roasted pheasant and aged...

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