The Wistful Incense

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Act I The mortar was heavy, a slab of granite that Akari Ito had to lift with both hands to keep the pestle from slipping, and the sound it made against the glass bowl was a dull, rhythmic thud that echoed in the windowless room of the archive. He was grinding dried mugwort and a resin that smelled of old pennies, his knuckles white, his breath shallow, as the cold snap outside had already...

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