The Wistful Incense

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The glass cracked first. It was a thin, high-pitched sound, like a fingernail dragging across a chalkboard, but it came from inside the crystal. I was on the lower level of the New Aethel Penitentiary, checking the humidity sensors for the Silent Ward. My pension depended on this shift. Twenty years of service, a clean record, and a quiet mind. That was the deal. The prisoners here were not men...

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