The Wistful Incense

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The mud was cold and thick, a living thing that sucked at Thomas’s boots. He dragged his legs forward, one, then the other, through the churned earth of the valley. The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a gray veil that blurred the world into a wash of slate and brown. Thomas was a captain, though the title meant little in the mire. He was a man of order, a man of the law, standing at the...

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