The Wistful Incense

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The fire in the hearth had died to ash. Elara sat in the chair by the window. She watched the rain hit the glass. It was a heavy rain. It smelled of wet earth and old stone. "Look at you," said the voice from the doorway. Elara did not turn. She knew the voice. It was deep and smooth. Like polished wood. Lord Blackwood stood in the shadow of the archway. He wore a coat of black wool. His face...

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