The Wistful Incense

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The incense burner sat on your desk like a small, bronze heart, its surface polished to a mirror sheen by your own trembling hands, a relic of a time when things were made to last and not merely to be filed away in the sterile, humming air of the Ministry of Cultural Heritage. You were Elias, thirty-two, a junior archivist whose life had narrowed to the width of that brass vessel, a desperate...

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