The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a gray, persistent mist that seeped through the thatch of the manor house and settled into the bones of those who dwelt there. In the great hall, where the fire had long since burned to a bed of white ash, Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was more symbol than steel. He was a man carved from granite and...

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