The Wistful Incense

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You are bleeding. It is not much. A trickle. It runs down your temple and mixes with the dust of the chapel floor. You do not look at it. You look at the man in front of you. He is wearing a silver tabard. It is stained. The stain is old. It looks like rust. He holds a mace. It is heavy. It looks heavy. "Kneel," he says. His voice is flat. It is the voice of a clerk. It is the voice of a man...

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