The Wistful Incense

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The incinerator did not smell of ash, but of burnt sugar and old pennies. "Thomas," the High Steward’s voice cracked like a dry branch underfoot. "Thomas, come to the Hall." Thomas Bradshaw stood before the Great Seal, his trowel trembling in a hand that had spent thirty years smoothing the mortar of the Abbey’s foundations. He was a scholar of stone, a man who understood the weight of...

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