The Wistful Incense

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The paper was thin, brittle at the edges, smelling faintly of the camphor used to preserve the archive. You held it up to the gray light filtering through the high, narrow windows of the Monastery of St. Jude, your thumb pressing against the wax seal that had once been red but now looked like a dried scab. It was a notice of forfeiture. The ink was dry, the bureaucratic language precise and...

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