The Wistful Incense

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The badge was brass. It sat on my chest like a cold stone. It did not move. It did not fade. It was the only thing that stayed. I am a clerk. I count paper. I stack it. I breathe in the dust. The room is white. The light is blue. It hurts. Lord Ashworth stands there. He is tall. He is not a man. He is a shadow with a voice. "You are late," he says. I was on time. I was always on time. My feet...

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