The Wistful Incense

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The fog in the valley of Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it rose, a thick, bruised purple exhalation from the wet earth that smelled of rotting leaves and the metallic tang of old blood, wrapping itself around the spires of the ancient Keep until the world outside the stone walls ceased to exist, leaving only the silence of the courtyard where Captain Elias Thorne stood alone, his hands...

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