The Wistful Incense

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The hall smelled of roast pork and old wood. You stood at the edge of the table. Your hands were cold. You kept them in your pockets. The pocket linings were worn thin. You could feel the scratch of the wool against your skin. It was a small, sharp sensation. It kept you here. Margaret sat across from you. She wore a dress of deep green velvet. It fit her tightly. She smiled at the Bishop. Her...

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