The Wistful Incense
The rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the precinct’s observation deck, a rhythmic, metallic drumming that drowned out the silence of the city below. I stood with my back to the window, watching the raindrops slide down the pane in long, trembling lines, each one a small, shivering thing that broke against the glass before it could reach the bottom. "You’re holding it too tight,...
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