The Wistful Incense

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The seal was a thing of black ink and bleeding edges, pressed into the vellum with a force that seemed to warp the fiber of the page. I held it under the flickering light of a tallow lamp, the wax dripping in a slow, viscous stream onto my thumb, and the glyph stared back at me, a knot of lines that did not quite resolve into any language I knew. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters of...

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