The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One "You’ll pay for that grain, or I’ll pay for the silence," Jelena Georgiev said, her voice scraping against the humid air of the sealed barracks where the heatwave had trapped them for three days without a single breath of night. The smell hit her before the sight did: a cloying, rotting sweetness that clung to the back of her throat, the scent of the Wistful Incense plant wilting in...

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