The Wistful Incense

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The rain against the windowpane of the assay office did not sound like water; it sounded like the slow, wet tearing of linen, a relentless friction that stripped the day of its dignity. You sat at your desk, the brass scales cold under your fingertips, your right hand resting heavily on the ledger. The hand was the center of your world, a map of your career etched in the topography of your...

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