The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One We do not talk about the ice here, only the permits for it. I am Salmah Wijaya, forty-two, a constable with six months left before my pension, and I am tired of the taste of rust in my mouth. The light on the shophouse street was the thin, grey kind that comes before the first real dark of autumn, and it made the shadows of the eaves look like wounds. I needed to confiscate the...

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