The Wistful Incense

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The sage was burning too low, the scent thick and cloying, hanging in the air like a damp wool blanket that no one dared shake out. “Is it done?” Elias asked. His voice was thin, a wire pulled taut over a chasm. Master Aldric did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. The scratching of his quill was the only sound in the antechamber, a dry, rhythmic rasp that seemed to drain...

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