The Wistful Incense

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The jar was cracked. Silas held it in his hands. The glass was thin, green as moss, and the fissure ran from the rim to the base like a vein of lightning frozen in time. He did not look at the jar. He looked at his brother. "Is it broken?" Silas asked. His voice was flat. Technical. "Fractured," said Lord Ashworth. The title sat on the man’s shoulders like a coat of armor. He stood by the...

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