The Wistful Incense
The banquet hall of the Order of the Silent Vigil did not exist on any map, nor did it occupy a fixed point in time. It hovered in a crease of the world, a vast cathedral of white stone and perpetual twilight, where the air tasted of ozone and dried lavender. Here, the Guardians gathered. They were men and women who had once worn uniforms of olive drab or navy blue, who had once held the line...
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