The Wistful Incense

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The object in Brother Elias’s hands was a single, curling ribbon of grey smoke, suspended in the still air of the scriptorium as if held by an invisible hook. It did not rise; it hovered, pulsing with a faint, amber luminescence that cast long, trembling shadows against the damp stone walls. Elias, a scholar of forty years whose hands were perpetually stained with the iron-gall ink of his...

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