The Wistful Incense

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The cathedral breathes. You feel it in the marrow of your knees, a rhythmic, wet expansion and contraction that mimics the lungs of a dying god. You are standing on the nave floor, the stone cold and slick beneath your feet, though there is no moisture in the air. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of myrrh and rot, a perfume that clings to the back of your throat. You are a scholar of the...

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