The Wistful Incense

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The bell tolled at midnight, and the frost bit through Edward’s wool. He stood on the ridge, the wind a cold hand on his neck. Below, the valley lay white and silent. The monastery sat in the center, a dark square of stone. Edward looked at his hands. They were red. The ice had cracked the skin. He wore the chain. It was heavy. The links were iron. They clinked softly with every step. He was a...

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