The Wistful Incense

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The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as the poets of the lower city might imagine, but of slow, chemical decay, a sweet rot that clung to the wool of the archivists’ coats and settled in the creases of their skin. It was a scent that time had distilled from a thousand years of paper, ink, and the quiet desperation of men who believed that if they wrote it down, it could not be...

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