The Wistful Incense

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The incense burned with a scent of black amber and wet stone, a fragrance that seemed to suspend the air in a thick, violet haze. I held the censer in my hands, the heat seeping into my palms, a physical reminder of the burden I had carried for three hundred years. My name was Julian, though in the Kingdom of Aethelgard, names were little more than shadows cast by one’s deeds. I was a Keeper of...

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