The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-22 13:37:39 -

The tongs were cold in Elias’s hands, the iron biting into the skin of his palms where the frost had settled overnight. He held them out, trembling, before the small brazier in the center of the scriptorium, watching the dry kindling that refused to catch. The air was thick with the smell of old parchment and damp wool, a scent that had clung to his robes for three weeks since Brother Thomas’s...

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