The Wistful Incense

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You are standing in the center of the Great Hall, and the air is so thick with the scent of burnt sage and old dust that it feels like you are breathing in the memories of a thousand dead kings. The floor beneath your feet is cold marble, polished to a mirror shine that reflects your own disheveled form, a small, trembling thing in a vast, empty space. You are a clerk, a lowly scribe who has...

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