The Wistful Incense
The scale in the breakroom reads forty-two kilograms, a number that feels heavier than the steel beam I hauled through the rain last Tuesday. I am Elias Thorne, Senior Sanitation Inspector, and I have spent the last three hours counting the days until the council votes on the removal of the Oak in Sector 4. My heart stutters, a mechanical hitch in the rhythm of my breathing, a defect in the...
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