The Wistful Incense

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Thomas Ashworth dreamed of smoke. It was not the grey, soot-heavy haze of the forge, nor the acrid bite of burning hay. It was white. It was thin. It curled from the tip of a taper held by a hand that was not his. In the dream, the scent was heavy, sweet, and cloying. It tasted of cinnamon and old blood. He woke with his mouth dry, the taste still clinging to the back of his throat. The cell...

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