The Wistful Incense

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The bell tolled for the third time, a bronze voice that seemed to swallow the light in the chapel. Master Aldric stood by the heavy oak door, his hands trembling slightly against the rough grain. He was an old man, bent by years of service, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and worry. Beside him stood Lord Corvin, a figure of imposing stillness, draped in velvet the color of dried...

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