The Wistful Incense

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You stand in the center of the room. The floor is cold stone, worn smooth by centuries of feet you cannot see. The walls are high, made of a pale, porous material that looks like bone but feels like wet clay. There is no door. There is no window. There is only the room, and the altar in the corner, and the man sitting on the floor across from you. His name is Arthur. He is wearing a suit that...

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