The Wistful Incense

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The sky above the moor was the color of a bruise, a swollen purple that promised rain but delivered only a cold, biting wind that stripped the warmth from Elias Vane’s bones. He stood before the crooked cottage of Silas, the hermit, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though the weapon felt heavy and useless against the weight of the task at hand. Elias was an inquisitor, a man whose...

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