The Wistful Incense

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The dream did not begin with light, but with the weight of iron, a cold and familiar pressure against the shoulders of Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose age was written not in the wrinkles of his face but in the slow, deliberate cadence of his breathing. He stood in a place that was not quite a castle, nor a church, but a vast, circular hall of black stone where the air hung thick with the scent of...

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