The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 07:26:50 -

The sky broke open. Not with rain, but with a shattering of glass. A great, green pane of the firmament cracked down the middle, spilling a cold, viscous light that smelled of ozone and old copper. We stood in the courtyard of the Keep, the stone cold under our boots. I am a man of the Law. I have worn the grey wool of the Order for thirty years. I have kept the peace in a land where peace is a...

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