The Wistful Incense

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The hall smelled of roast boar and old blood. We sat in a circle, the firelight dancing on the stone walls, casting long shadows that looked like claws. I held my cup of ale. It was warm. It tasted of hops and iron. Beside me sat Elara. Her hand rested on my thigh. Her fingers were cold. She had been cold for three days. The fever had taken the heat from her skin. It had not taken her eyes....

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