The Wistful Incense

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture of green jade against a stone floor that rang with a sound like a scream, and Elias Thorne woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the taste of blood and old dust thick in his mouth, his body still tense with the phantom weight of a sword that he had not held in three days. He lay in the narrow cot of the barracks, listening to the...

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