The Wistful Incense

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The feast was loud, the wine thick, and the King’s scribe sat in the corner with a cup of cold ale and a headache that felt like a nail driven into his temple. I am Elias, forty-two, and I had served the Crown for twenty years, a tenure long enough to wear the soul thin as parchment. The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale sweat, the air heavy with the smoke of tallow candles that flickered...

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