The Wistful Incense

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You arrive at the gates of the Citadel in the grey hour, when the mist clings to the cobblestones like wet wool. The air smells of damp stone and stale wood, a scent that has soaked into your bones over three decades of service. You are a scholar, a keeper of the old texts, a man who has spent his life translating the murmurs of the dead into the clean, hard lines of the living. But today, you...

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