The Wistful Incense

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The ledger was not merely a record of accounts; it was a cathedral of ink and parchment, binding the souls of the living to the silent, sprawling architecture of the Abbey. "Master Aldous," the voice came from the shadowed archway, thin and reedy as dry twigs snapping in a winter wind. "The stone is weeping again." Aldous did not look up from his quill. He was the Archivist, a title that...

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