The Wistful Incense

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"Did you smell that?" Margaret didn’t look up from the spreadsheet. The cursor blinked. It was a rhythmic, aggressive pulse. "Smell what?" her colleague, David, asked. He was chewing gum. The sound was wet and loud in the quiet open-plan office. "Nothing." Margaret typed. "Just the carpet." The carpet was beige. It was institutional. It smelled of stale coffee and dry dust. But underneath that,...

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