The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-22 18:07:56 -

The parchment smelled of sulfur and burnt hair, a scent that clung to the back of my throat even as I woke in the cold, stone dormitory of the Abbey of St. Jude, the year of our Lord 1347. I lay still, staring at the ceiling where the shadows pooled like spilled ink, knowing with a certainty that felt like a physical weight in my chest that Brother Thomas was dying, and that the only cure for...

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