The Golden Visit
The alabaster censer in the center of the great hall did not merely hold incense; it held the breath of the city, a spiraling, golden vapor that smelled of myrrh and the old, rotting earth beneath the cobblestones, and within that heavy, perfumed air, Captain Elias Thorne stood with his back to the fire, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the weight of the silver chain that bound his...
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