The Wistful Incense

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The feast was a grotesque thing, a sprawl of roasted boar and spilled wine on the cold stone floor of the keep. You sat at the high table, your armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the frantic movement of the servants. The air smelled of tallow, sweat, and the metallic tang of fear. Around you, the men laughed too loud, their voices bouncing off the damp walls, a cacophony of noise...

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