The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall of the town of Oakhaven smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of my throat like a secret too large to swallow. We had gathered to honor the new arrival, a magistrate from the capital whose name was spoken with a reverence that bordered on religious fervor. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my uniform pressed sharp enough to...

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