The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 12:25:37 -

The hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone. It was a thick, cloying scent, heavy with the grease of the feast and the sweat of the guests. Margot stood in the corner, her fingers tracing the rim of a wine glass. The crystal was thin. She could see her own reflection in it, distorted and small. Around her, the room erupted in laughter. They clinked glasses. They shouted over one another....

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