The Wistful Incense
The air in the Abbey of St. Jude does not merely stagnate; it breathes, a slow, rhythmic exhalation of myrrh and decay that coats your tongue with the taste of old copper and sweet rot. You are Elias Thorne, a scholar of antiquities who has spent the last three weeks locked within these sealed walls, driven by a singular, desperate need to decode the final page of the *Codex Lamentis*. You want...
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