The Wistful Incense

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The suit was charcoal grey, tailored to a precision that felt less like clothing and more like armor. I wore it every day for six years. It did not smell of sweat or rain. It smelled of dry cleaning solvent, a sharp, chemical cleanliness that erased the history of the day, leaving only the ghost of a scent. I was a systems architect for a private equity firm in London. My job was to optimize...

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