The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 00:33:03 -

The ink was black, not blue, and it smelled of iron and old blood, which was the first thing that told me I had been lied to, though I did not understand the shape of the lie until much later, after I had spent three days in the archives of the Guild of Silent Scribes, running my fingers over the cold spines of ledgers that had not been opened in a century, and the second thing was the silence,...

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