The Wistful Incense

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Vane. The word was not spoken with anger, but with the flat, administrative precision of a clerk checking a ledger, and it stopped Elias Vane mid-stride in the grey light of the Guild’s inner courtyard, where the flagstones were slick with the morning’s damp and the smell of wet stone mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of iron gall ink. He turned, his boots scraping against the pavement, to...

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