The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 09:09:57 -

The soot had settled into the very grain of the oak paneling, a fine, grey dust that coated the backs of my hands as I rubbed them together, a gesture that had become as habitual as breathing in the subterranean archives of the Ministry of Historical Preservation, where the air hung heavy with the scent of decaying vellum and the metallic tang of old iron. I stood before the ledger, my eyes...

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