The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-21 15:38:32 -

The fog does not merely settle upon the harbor of Blackwood; it invades it, a thick, gray miasma that tastes of brine and old rust, wrapping itself around your ankles and climbing up your legs like a living, suffocating vine that you have come to know as intimately as the grain of the wood on your own service rifle, a weapon that feels heavier now than it ever has, not because of the lead it...

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