The Wistful Incense

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The key was heavy in Elias’s palm, a slab of iron so cold it bit into the flesh of his thumb. He held it up to the candlelight, turning it over, feeling the weight of twenty years of silence packed into that single, rusted object. Outside the chapel, the fog pressed against the stained glass like a living thing, thick and gray and hungry. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old incense, a...

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