The Wistful Incense

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The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was a ribbon of mud that tightened with every step, pulling Arthur’s carriage into the damp belly of the forest. He was an old man, his spine a bow that had bent under the weight of centuries of questions. The air smelled of rotting leaves and the sharp, metallic tang of approaching rain. Inside the carriage, the silence was heavy, not with peace, but with the...

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