The Wistful Incense

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The bell did not ring; it screamed. It was a jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the damp, fog-choked air of the city, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the stone. In the underbelly of the old administrative district, where the cobblestones were slick with centuries of grime and the light was a perpetual, bruised twilight, Elias Thorne stood before the High Warden. He did...

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