The Wistful Incense

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You are bleeding from the ear, a thin, bright thread of crimson that trails down your neck and stains the white collar of your tunic. You do not flinch. You do not wipe it away. You stand in the center of the cobblestone square in London, the year indeterminate, the air thick with the smell of wet horse manure and the distant, metallic tang of rain. Your hands are locked in a tight fist at your...

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