The Wistful Incense

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The sky above the Abbey of St. Jude did not fall. It peeled. You were there when the first flake detached. It hung for a moment, a ragged square of azure, trembling against the grey stone of the tower. Then it dissolved. Not into mist. Into silence. You looked down. The courtyard below was empty. The monks were gone. The bells were silent. You were alone in the library, a room that smelled of...

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