The Wistful Incense

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The throne room of Aethelgard smelled of burnt myrrh and old copper, a scent that clung to the back of Captain Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He stood before the High Magistrate, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the signature line of the execution warrant that lay open on the oak desk. The document was simple, a bureaucratic tool for the disposal of Silas, the botanist who...

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