The Wistful Incense

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The mud sucks at your boots. You are bleeding. Not much. Just a trickle from a cut above your eye. But it is warm. It smells like copper. You wipe it away with a thumb that is numb from the cold. The air is thick with the smell of wet wool and fear. You are a constable. That is what they call you here in Oakhaven. It sounds important. It sounds like power. But you are only a man in a blue coat....

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