The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 23:07:58 -

The bell tolled seven times. The air in the scriptorium was thick, smelling of oak shavings and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh ink. Elara sat at the long table, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the parchment before her. She was copying the *Liber Vitae*, the book of lives, a task that had consumed her for three years. She was not a scribe. She was a witness. And the witness must not...

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