The Wistful Incense

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The quill snapped in your hand, the ink spilling black across the parchment like a bruise forming under skin. You were thirty-two, a court scribe in the Duchy of Vane, and your hands were shaking so violently that the nib had caught on the fiber of the page. You wanted your husband, Thomas, out of the debtors’ prison. You wanted it badly enough to forge a royal pardon, a document that would...

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