The Wistful Incense

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The silk was not merely fabric; it was a membrane between the mundane and the absolute, woven from the fibers of a creature that had long since ceased to exist in the natural order. I held it in my hands, the weight of it negligible, yet the gravity of its presence immense, pressing against my palms with a coldness that seeped through the skin and into the marrow. In the Great Hall of the Court...

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