The Wistful Incense
The van smells of stale coffee and damp wool, a scent that has seeped into the very fabric of the upholstery over the last six hours of the drive north to the remote coastal facility where you are being transferred, a journey that feels less like a relocation and more like a long, slow exhale of the life you knew before the incident, before the report, before the quiet way they took the keys...
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