The Wistful Incense
The air in the Assessment Hall of the Meridian Institute for Cognitive Optimization was not merely stale; it was pressurized, a thick, metallic fog that seemed to coat the back of your throat with the taste of copper and ozone. You sat in the center of the room, a circular dais of polished obsidian that reflected your own distorted face back at you, a shimmering, liquid mirror that warped your...
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