The Wistful Incense

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The fire had not yet touched the thatch of the first cottage, but the smoke already tasted of ash and betrayal. Sir Cedric stood at the edge of the village square of Oakhaven, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than it had in twenty years of service, while the wind whipped the hem of his tunic, carrying the scent of charred wood toward the ridge where the King’s spies...

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