The Wistful Incense

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The bell of the monastery did not ring to mark the hour, but to mark the wound. It was a deep, bronze groan that rolled across the slate rooftops of Harrowgate, a small, stubborn town clinging to the cliffs where the misty moors met the grey, churning sea. I remember the sound not as a timekeeper, but as a warning, a vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of my bones long before the...

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