The Wistful Incense

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The dust in the archive room of the Department of Historical Botany did not settle; it hung in the slanted afternoon light like a suspended breath, a fine, gray fog that coated the back of my throat and settled into the creases of my skin, making me feel as though I were slowly being consumed by the very past I had sworn to preserve, while my colleague, Arthur, stood three feet away, his face a...

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