The Wistful Incense
The scale read 4.2 grams. Arthur Penhaligon adjusted the brass weights, his finger hovering over the counterweight, counting the ticks of the clock behind the glass. Tick. Tick. Tick. Four seconds to settle the balance. In the Imperial Bureau of Weights, time was not measured in hours but in discrepancies, and a discrepancy of 0.1 grams was the difference between a pension and a black mark. He...
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