The Wistful Incense

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the capital, a sound that seemed to bleed into the marrow of your bones as you sat in the back, your hands bound not by rope but by the heavy, suffocating weight of the silk sash that wrapped your chest, a sash that had once been the color of a summer sky and now hung limp and gray, stained with the dust of the road and the sweat of your...

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