The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 07:46:33 -

The rain hammered the slate roof like a thousand tiny fists. You stood in the narrow alley behind the precinct station, the air thick with the smell of wet brick and ozone. Your hands were shaking. They were always shaking these days. You held the small, wooden box in your left hand, your right hand gripping the brass of your badge. The box was heavy. Heavier than it should have been. Inside,...

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