The Wistful Incense
The fluorescent lights in the breakroom of the Department of Structural Integrity hum at a frequency that vibrates directly in the molars, a low, persistent thrum that makes the coffee taste like copper and old pennies, and you are sitting there with your back against the cold steel of the vending machine, watching your own breath fog slightly in the air conditioning that is supposed to be...
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