The Wistful Incense

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The iron gates of the Ministry of Internal Order groaned open with a sound like the breaking of old bones, admitting us into the suffocating, soot-stained belly of the Victorian metropolis where the air tasted of coal dust and impending judgment. I stood at the bottom of the grand marble staircase, my hands bound in cuffs of cold, unyielding steel, while the heavy footfalls of the guards echoed...

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