The Wistful Incense

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The air in the holding cell was not merely cold; it was a physical substance, a thick, grey sludge that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the steel bench, his knees drawn up, his hands resting on his thighs, palms open. He wore his standard issue fatigues, the fabric stiff with sweat and the faint, lingering scent of ozone that had permeated the basement of...

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