The Wistful Incense

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The letter lay on the bare plank of the desk, its ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and vinegar. Elias Vane stared at the parchment, the wax seal of the University of Oxford broken and discarded on the floor. It was a notice of suspension. The stipend was cut. The final chapter of his treatise on the soul was due in three days for the Feast of All Saints, or his position would be revoked....

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