The Wistful Incense

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The oak tree stood alone in the courtyard of the Citadel. Its roots had cracked the flagstones long before Aldric’s father had taken command of the garrison. Now, the bark was gray and furrowed, stripped of its green vigor. The leaves were brittle, brown, and few. They clung to the branches with a desperate, skeletal grip, ready to shatter at the slightest breath of wind. Aldric watched it from...

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