The Wistful Incense

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The rain against the glass is a static hiss, a white noise that drowns out the world outside, leaving only the smell of wet wool and the damp, rotting sweetness of the soil in the terracotta pots that line the walls of your office. You are not a man, not anymore, not in the way that matters to the men who sit in the other offices on this floor, the ones with the heavy oak desks and the...

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