The Wistful Incense

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"Is it done?" Marek nodded. His face was pale. The candlelight flickered against the stone. He held a small pouch of leather. It was old. It was soft. "Good," said the Warden. He leaned back in his chair. The wood creaked. "Bring it in." Marek walked forward. His boots scraped the floor. He was a soldier. He had been for twenty years. He had killed men for the Crown. He had held the line at the...

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