The Wistful Incense

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The feast was loud. The feast was bright. You sat at the long oak table. Your hands were still. Your sword was drawn. The steel hummed. It hummed a low note. A technical note. You checked the edge. You checked the balance. The crowd roared. They threw bread. They threw flowers. They did not see you. They saw the uniform. They saw the rank. You were the edge of the law. You were the system’s...

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