The Wistful Incense
The air in the antechamber of the Ministry of Cultural Heritage did not smell of dust or old paper, as one might expect in a place dedicated to the preservation of the past, but rather of stale coffee, ozone from the overworked air conditioning units, and the faint, cloying sweetness of the lavender oil that Director Sterling insisted on diffusing every morning to "sanitize the moral...
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