The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 05:26:16 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the low, bruised clouds hanging over the valley. You stood in the center of the town square, your hands shoved deep into the pockets of your coat, feeling the cold seep through the fabric and settle into your bones. It was a cold that did not merely chill the skin but seemed...

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