The Wistful Incense

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The bell tolled at dawn. It shook the dust from the rafters. Elias carried the bag. It was heavy. He walked the long corridor. The floorboards groaned. They knew his weight. He was twelve. His hands were rough. He held the bundle tight. Inside was the truth. It was not paper. It was stone. A small, dark stone. It hummed. The abbey was cold. The air tasted of damp wool. Elias smelled the fear....

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