The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged sound that tore the morning air and bled into the cobblestones of the village square. You stood there. Your hand rested on the hilt of your sword. The leather was worn. The steel was cold. You were the Warden. You were the shield. You were the lie. Edward stood beside you. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. He held a basket of eggs....

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