The Wistful Incense

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The scent is not smoke. It is memory, distilled and burning. You wake with it on your tongue, a metallic tang that tastes like old copper coins and dried lavender, the specific, cloying aroma of the chrysanthemums that lined the steps of the Senate building three days before the vote. You are in the House of Representatives, or perhaps it is a mirror of it, a place where the marble veins pulse...

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