The Wistful Incense
The alarm bells did not ring with the shrill, mechanical panic that one might expect from a fire, but with a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate directly against the sternum of every person standing in the central atrium of the Bureau of Ethical Compliance. It was a sound that felt less like an alert and more like a diagnosis, a final confirmation of a disease that had been incubating in...
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