The Wistful Incense
The fluorescent lights of the Department of Ethical Compliance hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the back of Elias Thorne’s skull, a dull, persistent throb that had become the rhythm of his life over the last six years. He sat in the corner of the open-plan office, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the single orchid that sat on the shared communal table. It was...
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