The Wistful Incense

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The year was 1342, and the autumn wind carried the scent of wet stone and impending frost through the high windows of the Great Hall. Elias stood in the center of the polished floor, his forty years of service reduced to the fraying edges of his velvet robe, the fabric so worn it resembled the skin of a dried apple. He was not there to pray, nor to sing, nor to offer the wise counsel that had...

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