The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 07:49:59 -

The building stood in the shadow of the old rail yard, a brutalist block of concrete that had once been a police precinct and was now a monument to its own obsolescence. I sat in the center of the third floor, a room that smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of wet concrete, waiting for the incense to burn down. It was a cheap stick, bought from a gas station on Fifth Avenue, but to...

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