The Wistful Incense

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The bell tolled for the third time. It hung in the stone throat of the chapel, a heavy bronze tongue that had not moved in decades. I stood before the Abbot, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence we shared. The air inside was thick, stale with the scent of dried lavender and old parchment. It was a scent that clung to the skin, a ghost of seasons past. "You...

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