The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 08:20:23 -

The jar was cracked. Miles stood in the white room. The air smelled of burnt sugar. He looked down at his hands. They were stained black. "You broke it," said the voice. It came from the corner. A man sat there. He wore a suit of grey wool. His face was smooth. He had no name. He was the Magistrate. Miles did not answer. He held the pieces of the jar. They were sharp. They cut his palms. Blood...

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