The Wistful Incense

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The salt of the coast does not ask permission before it eats the stone. Andre Marchand stood at the edge of the watchtower, the wind tearing at the hem of his coat, watching the lavender fields below ripple like a grey sea under the late frost. He had come to say goodbye to the place, though he had not spoken a word of farewell to the man who owned it, the rival who respected the trade and...

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