The Wistful Incense
Elias, the summons came not as a knock but as a fracture in the air, a sound like dry bone snapping under the weight of a boot, and before he could turn from the ash-choked courtyard, the High Court’s seal was already burned into the back of his neck. He stood rigid, the shattered jade amulet in his fist, the shards cutting into his palm until the blood ran hot and metallic, a stark contrast to...
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