The Wistful Incense

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The brass keychain hung heavy in your hand, its links cold against the palm, the metal biting into the skin with a dull, persistent ache. You held it up to the fluorescent light of the Bureau of Civic Integrity, watching the small, tarnished charm catch the glare before lowering it back into your pocket. The room smelled of stale coffee and the dry, powdery scent of old paper, a smell that had...

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