The Wistful Incense
The air in the Great Hall of the Barony of Blackwood did not merely smell of roasted boar and aged ale, but of the heavy, suffocating perfume of ambition, a scent so thick and cloying that it seemed to coat the very stones of the medieval fortress in a layer of invisible, sticky resin, forcing the breath of every gathered guest to rise in slow, trembling plumes of white fog that clung to the...
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