The Wistful Incense

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The scent of dried lavender and tallow smoke clung to the air of the small, stone-walled chapel, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to suspend time in amber, while Elias Thorne, a man whose spine had been slowly and politely broken by the rigid, unyielding architecture of his own modest existence, stood before the altar with a trembling hand that held a single, unlit taper of beeswax, his...

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