The Wistful Incense

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The ring was cold. It sat on the table. A band of black iron. No gold. No gem. Just weight. I looked at it. My hand shook. The air in the room was thick. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light. I was a scholar. I studied the old texts. I believed in order. I believed in the logic of things. But this thing defied logic. It had come to me from Julian. Julian was my friend. My only friend....

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