The Wistful Incense
The quill scratched against the parchment with a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone, and Thomas Bradshaw did not look up from his work. In the dim, amber-lit scriptorium of King Aldric’s court, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old dust, but beneath that lay a sharper, more volatile odor: the Wistful Incense. It was a rare compound, said to be harvested from the roots of...
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