The Wistful Incense

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The quill scraped the vellum, a sound like a fingernail dragging across a chalkboard, and Elias felt the ink seep into the parchment with a wet, viscous pull that seemed to draw heat from his own veins. He was fifty years old, though the plague had aged him by a decade, leaving his hands trembling with a palsy that made the letters waver like reeds in a gale. The cellar was dark, save for the...

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