The Wistful Incense

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The incense was not merely smoke, but a tangible, viscous thing, a grey-green mist that coiled around the mahogany desk like a serpent aware of its own hunger, and I sat within it, the paper before me damp and soft to the touch, the ink bleeding into the fibers in a way that defied the dryness of the office air, a blurring of the boundary between the written word and the liquid reality that...

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