The Wistful Incense

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The letter sat on the oak desk, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the scent of lavender and impending doom, and I stood there in the heavy silence of the great hall, my hands trembling not from fear but from a profound, aching exhaustion that seemed to have settled into the marrow of my bones, knowing that the kingdom I had served with such blind, burning devotion for three long, unbroken...

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