The Wistful Incense

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The ink had dried in the well for three days, a thick, ropy sludge that Thomas Bradshaw had to scrape off with a knife before he could mix the fresh supply. He counted the drops as they fell into the brass scale, one, two, three, aiming for the precise weight of a milligram, though the scale was old and the air in the workshop was cold enough to make his breath visible. It was the autumn of...

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