The Wistful Incense

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The cellar smelled of wet rot and old blood. I coughed, the sound wet and heavy in the stagnant air, my hands bound by iron cuffs that bit into my wrists. Above me, the floorboards of the throne room creaked under the weight of the King’s court, a rhythmic pounding that felt like a second heartbeat. I was Elias, the King’s Chief Incense Burner, and I was dying of thirst. My daughter, Mara, lay...

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