The Wistful Incense

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The air in the manor of Lord Aldric does not smell of rot, as one might expect in the autumn of 1348, but of juniper, sharp and resinous, a scent that clings to the back of the throat like a lie. You are Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years, and you stand before the iron-bound door of the quarantine ward, your hands trembling not from the chill of the stone corridor but from the desperate,...

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