The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 12:54:44 -

The air in the office smelled of damp wool and old paper. I held the sprig of rosemary. It was green. It was alive. "Is that for the desk?" asked Martha. Martha sat across from me. Her pen hovered over a form. "Yes," I said. "For the desk." Martha looked at the rosemary. She looked at my face. "You look tired, Clara." "I am fine." I placed the rosemary in the vase. The vase was blue. It had a...

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