The Wistful Incense

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The bell tolled the hour of the wolf. I did not look up. My quill dipped into ink that had begun to smell of rot, and I wrote the name. It was a name I knew. It was a name I loved. I wrote it with a steady hand. The parchment was thin. It tore slightly at the corner. I did not care. I sat in the archive of the High Court. The air was stale and cold. It smelled of dust and old paper. I am a...

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