The Wistful Incense

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like the grinding of old bones, as the rain slicked the streets of the capital into a mirror that reflected nothing but the gray, indifferent sky and the weary, muddied feet of the travelers who were trying to cross from one side of the world to the other, where the world was supposedly kinder, or at least different, or perhaps just...

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