The Wistful Incense

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The mist in Aethelgard does not behave like the weather of the living world; it is a physical substance, a thick, gray sludge that clings to the skin and tastes of copper and old rain. You stand at the edge of the Chasm, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the precise, ritualistic motion of grinding the white ash of your father’s final pipe into the incense burner. For three years,...

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