The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 02:29:10 -

The fire started at the edge of the dormitory wing. It was a small thing, a spark that jumped from a stove in the kitchen to a pile of dry straw. But in the dry season, small things become large. The heat rose. The wood screamed. The air turned thick and yellow. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the ramparts. He watched the smoke climb. He did not run. He did not scream. He held his position. His...

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