The Wistful Incense

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The feast of the Midwinter Vigil was a cacophony of silver clinking against porcelain and the low, humid murmur of three hundred voices echoing off the vaulted stone ceilings of the Garrison Hall. Lord Ashworth stood at the apex of the long table, his face a mask of benevolent rigidity, his eyes scanning the assembly with the cold, clinical precision of a surgeon inspecting a tumor. He was a...

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