The Wistful Incense

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The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale incense, a thick, cloying mixture that seemed to coat the back of your throat with a film of grey dust. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded beneath the tablecloth, your fingers trembling so slightly that the gold rings on your knuckles clicked against one another like the teeth of a small, anxious animal. Around you, the scholars of...

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