The Wistful Incense

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The neon of the intake center hummed a low, copper note against Elias Thorne’s teeth. He stood before the glass partition, the air thick with the sterile scent of ozone and fear, watching Director Vane slide a manila folder across the desk. Vane did not look up. His pen tapped a rhythmic, indifferent beat against the laminate surface. "You’re filing a violation of the Statute of Cognitive...

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