The Wistful Incense
Chapter One "Entry 58: Widow's Landing, tax due in full by the new moon." Vangelis Doukas read the ledger line again, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and fear. He was a funeral singer, a man whose trade was to voice the grief of others for a pittance, but today the voice he needed was his own, sharp and demanding. The High Priestess sat on her dais, her face a mask of serene...
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