The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and stale wine. You sat at the high table, your place card tucked neatly into a silver cup, your fingers tapping a rhythmic code against the oak. You were the Keeper of the Ledger, a title that sounded more impressive than it was. In reality, you were a man who checked numbers. You ensured that the grain from the southern fields matched the taxes...

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