The Wistful Incense

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The scent of burnt rosemary and ozone hung in the air, thick and cloying, like a memory that refused to evaporate. Arthur Penhaligon woke with the taste of copper on his tongue and the distinct, crushing sensation that his bones had become brittle with age, though he knew, with a detached and clinical precision, that he was only forty-two. He lay in a room that did not belong to any street map...

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