The Wistful Incense

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The glass eye cracked. Elias Vane woke with the sound still ringing in his teeth, a high, thin shatter that had nothing to do with the clock striking three on the palace wall. He lay in the narrow cot in the servants’ wing, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of the coal fire he had let die an hour ago. He knew the eye. He had seen it in the King’s chest, a...

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