The Wistful Incense

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The mud sucked at Edward’s boots like a living thing, eager to consume him whole. Rain hammered the shield wall, a relentless drumming that drowned the cries of the men around him. Edward was the last of the King’s Guard, pinned against the stone of the gatehouse. His sword arm hung useless, the bone shattered, the flesh bruised purple and black. He watched the enemy surge forward, not with...

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