The Wistful Incense

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The card on the table was red, and it did not matter. I picked it up with my left hand, the knuckles white, the skin tight over the bone. The Hum was there, a low vibration in the marrow, a frequency that tasted like copper and old pennies. It had been growing for three weeks, ever since I saw the bill for Leo’s valve. Five thousand credits. I had twelve in my pocket and a job that paid by the...

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