The Wistful Incense
The incense smells of myrrh and old copper, a scent that does not come from any censer in the manor but seeps up from the floorboards themselves, marking the space where a lie has taken root. You are Elias, thirty-two, a clerk in the ledger room of Vane Manor, and the air is thick with it, so thick you can taste the betrayal on your tongue. You want only one thing: to secure Thomas’s...
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