The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall of Oakhaven smelled of roasted boar and old rot, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes like a second skin. Elias Vane sat at the edge of the long table, his fingers drumming a frantic, silent rhythm against the mahogany, his eyes fixed on the door where the High Priest stood in terrible, serene calm. He was thirty years old, though the hollows beneath his eyes made him look...

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