The Wistful Incense

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The wax seal was cold, a small, round disc of hardened grease that smelled of tallow and old smoke, and Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were a dead beetle. In the damp, candlelit archives of the city-state of Oria, the air was thick with the scent of rotting parchment and the mineral tang of wet stone, a smell that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste....

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