The Wistful Incense

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The air in the sub-basement of the Whitmore Logistics Center did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a forgotten space, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of overheated circuitry, a scent that clung to the back of Clara’s throat like a foreign coin. She sat cross-legged on a pallet of unshipped server racks, her knees aching from the cold concrete, while before her lay the...

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