The Wistful Incense

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The blade bites into the whetstone with a rhythmic, gritty shriek that sounds like a horse tearing its own throat, and your hands, steady as they were yesterday, now tremble with a fine, persistent vibration that makes the silver shears dance on the leather surface. You are Elias, apothecary of Oakhaven, and the year is 1347, a year that feels less like a date and more like a slow strangulation...

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