The Wistful Incense

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The mace hit Aldric’s ribs before the words finished landing. “Surrender the relic,” Inquisitor Vane said, his voice flat as a stone dropped in a well. He did not shout. He did not need to. The courtyard was silent, the high walls of the keep swallowing every sound except the wet thud of the blow and the groan of Aldric’s own body folding under the weight of it. Aldric tasted copper. His vision...

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