The Wistful Incense
The parchment was heavy, weighted down by a rusted iron nail driven into the oak table, and Elias read the list of debts owed to the church for the destruction of three folios during the skirmish at the river ford. The ink was brown and dried, but the words pressed against his eyes with the physical force of a hammer blow, detailing the cost of his own survival in terms of copper pennies and...
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