The Wistful Incense

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The iron bit tasted of blood and rust, and the world was nothing but the thunder of hooves and the scream of the gale. I was not a man then; I was a weapon, a blunt instrument of the King’s will, lashed to the saddle of a horse that knew only the direction of death. The sky above the Valley of Ashes was the color of a bruise, swollen and purple, pressing down upon the ranks of the Iron Guard....

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