The Wistful Incense

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The feast in the town of Oakhaven was a spectacle of deliberate absurdity, a grotesque parody of joy held in the shadow of the Grand Ledger. The tables, long and white as shrouds, were piled high with roasted pheasants and cakes of heavy cream, yet the air hung thick with the scent of sulfur and old paper. At the head of the table sat the Archivist, a man so pale and thin he seemed less a...

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