The Wistful Incense

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You wake in a cold sweat, the taste of iron thick on your tongue. The dream is always the same: a field of white lilies, crushed under the hooves of black horses, the smell of wet earth and decay filling your lungs until you choke. You are not a man who dreams. You are a man who inspects. You are the Senior Auditor of the Department of Civic Order, a role that demands a precision of thought and...

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