The Wistful Incense

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The smell of burnt sage and damp wool clung to the air of the cathedral nave, a thick, cloying veil that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. Elias Thorne stood before the altar, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor but from the sudden, violent certainty that had settled in his chest like a stone dropped into a still pond. He was the...

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