The Wistful Incense

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The smoke is not for the living, Elias. The Abbot’s voice carried down the spiral stairs, dry as the parchment he held in his trembling hand. I stood before the altar, the single stick of Eternal Incense in my palm, feeling its weight like a stone in a pocket. I had kept this place for forty years. I had fed the fire, swept the floors, and buried the dead. Now I was forty-two, though the...

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