The Wistful Incense

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The dream was not of Clara, but of the ink. You saw it spreading across the blotter, a black tide swallowing the numbers, the dates, the very name of the firm, until only the white paper remained, stark and accusing. You woke with the taste of metallic dust in your mouth, the sheet of paper from the night before still clutched in your hand. It was a memo, cold and precise, stamped with the seal...

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