The Wistful Incense

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The incense bowl was cracked. It sat on the obsidian desk in the center of the War Room. A hairline fracture ran through the porcelain, splitting the glaze like a dried riverbed. Thomas held it in his hands. The ceramic was cold. It smelled of nothing. It had once held sandalwood. Now it held only dust. The room was vast and silent. The walls were lined with maps of the continent, pinned in...

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