The Wistful Incense

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The stone cracked. Not loudly. A whisper, thin as a hair, splitting the heart of the great chapel. Silas saw it before he heard it. A line of dust falling into his palm. He did not look up. He kept his eyes on the floor. The floor was cold. It was always cold. The flagstones were black and smooth, worn by ten thousand knees. His knee ached. It always ached. "Master Silas," the voice said. It...

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