The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 15:35:35 -

The iron gate shrieked. It was a sound that had no place in the quiet of the valley. It cut the air like a blade. I stood before it, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. The steel was cold. The morning mist clung to my armor. It felt heavy. It felt like a shroud. "Open it," I said. My voice was steady. It was the voice of a man who had forgotten how to be afraid. The gate did not open. I...

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