The Wistful Incense

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The blue vial sat in your palm, the glass cool and smooth against the calluses on your fingers. It was a small thing, no bigger than a thumb, filled with a syrup that smelled of burnt sugar and chemical antiseptic. You stood in the waiting room of the St. Jude Municipal Clinic, the linoleum floor sticky with a grime that no amount of mopping could lift. The air was thin, recycled, and smelled...

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