The Wistful Incense

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The bell above the door jingled, a sharp, metallic bite in the silence. "Close the blinds," said the Warden. His voice was soft, like dry leaves skittering over pavement. "The light is too bright for the work. It distracts the hands." You turned. You did not argue. You never argued. To argue was to be difficult. To be difficult was to be removed. You pulled the heavy velvet drapes across the...

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