The Wistful Incense

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The ink was drying on the final line of the third chapter when the whisper began, a low, rhythmic hum that pressed against the cartilage of my left ear like a thumb against a bruise. I was forty years old, a scholar of modest renown at the Abbey of St. Jude, and I had been working on the translation of the *Codex Aeternum* for ten years, a labor that consumed my days and bled into my dreams....

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