The Wistful Incense

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The train stops. You stay. The platform is empty except for a man in a suit who smells of wet wool and old paper. He looks at you. You look at him. He smiles. It is a small, tight smile. "Late?" he asks. "Always," you say. He nods. He holds out a hand. It is pale. The nails are short. Clean. "Thomas," he says. "Edward," you reply. You follow him. He walks fast. You walk fast. The city breathes...

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