The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 06:46:33 -

The banquet hall of the Sanatorium for the Displaced was not a room but a simulation, a vast, white void where the air smelled faintly of ozone and lavender, a scent that promised purification but delivered only a sterile, numbing silence. In the center of this artificial infinity sat Julian Thorne, a man whose face had begun to lose its definition, not from age, but from the sheer effort of...

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