The Wistful Incense

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The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood. It was a scent that sat heavy in the throat, a physical weight that pressed against the ribs with every inhalation. I stood at the edge of the tapestry, my hands clasped behind my back, fingers digging into the wool of my tunic. Around me, the court shifted like water in a storm, a murmuring sea of silk and suspicion. In the center of the floor,...

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