The Wistful Incense
"Calibrate the humidity sensors. Again." The voice came from the corner, dry as parchment and sharp as a scalpel. You looked up from the console, your fingers still hovering over the haptic interface, the blue light reflecting in your tired eyes. The room was small, a sterile box of white walls and humming servers, a digital monastery sealed off from the chaotic, rain-swept streets of London...
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