The Wistful Incense

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The smoke rises in a thick, gray column, smelling of burnt cedar and old pennies, a scent that has settled into the very pores of the stone walls, into the fabric of your uniform, and into the wet, cold air of the precinct that you have worn like a second skin for thirty years. You stand in the center of the grand atrium, the floor beneath your boots a mosaic of cracked marble that used to...

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