The Wistful Incense
The permit is for next Tuesday. You look at the document, the paper crisp and white under the fluorescent lights of your office. The ink is dry. Your signature is a jagged line at the bottom, a structural weakness in an otherwise sound report. You are Mara Vane, thirty-two, a senior structural engineer. You have spent the last four years assessing the load-bearing capacity of the city’s aging...
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