The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 04:24:05 -

The smell of burnt sugar and old paper hung in the air of the Ministry of Minor Disputes, thick enough to taste, sticky on the back of the teeth. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in the basement levels of the Department of Administrative Continuity had a way of pooling, stagnant and dark, like water in a cracked basin. Arthur Pym sat at his desk, a rectangle of polished oak that...

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