The Wistful Incense

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The ink did not dry; it waited. In the dim, candle-lit scriptorium of the King’s Chancery, Elias sat hunched over the *Codex Aeterna*, his quill trembling not from cold, but from the terrible weight of the words that were forming before his eyes. He was thirty years old, a man of quiet diligence who had spent the last decade copying psalms and tax ledgers, yet here, in the year 1342, he found...

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