The Wistful Incense
The seal was red. It sat on the parchment. It was small. It was round. I held it in my hand. It felt warm. It felt alive. I am a knight. I am old. My knees ache. My hands shake. I am not a hero. I am a tool. The tool is broken. The seal was for the King. The King is dead. The seal was for the new Lord. The Lord is cruel. The Lord is young. He does not know my name. He knows only my sword. I...
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