The Wistful Incense

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In his hands, Elias Thorne held a single, crumbling leaf of vellum, its edges soft as wet tissue and smelling faintly of mildew and old iron. The glue was failing, pulling away from the spine in long, ragged strips that threatened to tear the page from its binding entirely. He worked with a bone folder, pressing the fibers back into place with a precision that felt less like repair and more...

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