The Wistful Incense

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The road to the estate of Lord Blackwood was not a path but a scar, cut deep into the grey moors by centuries of indifferent rain. I walked it with a satchel strapped across my chest, the leather creaking with a rhythm that matched my own heavy, aching stride. Inside the satchel was not gold, nor jewels, nor even the stolen letters that had started this whole wretched affair. It was a jar of...

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