The Wistful Incense

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The morning air in the city of Saint Cuthbert hung thick with the scent of wet cobblestones and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay that seemed to permeate the very stone of the ancient guild halls, a smell that clung to the wool of Master Aldric’s cloak and settled deep in the creases of his face, a face that had not seen the light of a true sunrise in forty years, not since he had taken the...

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