The Wistful Incense

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The train hissed. I stepped off. The platform was empty. Cold air bit my face. I looked at my watch. 8:14 AM. Late. Professor Halloway was waiting. He wore a grey suit. It fit poorly. He looked tired. His eyes were red. He held a small box. Wooden. Carved. "Did you sleep?" he asked. "No," I said. "Could not." He nodded. He did not offer sympathy. We walked toward the gates. The city was waking....

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