The Wistful Incense

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Act I "Seal the manifest, Stancev, and stop bleeding ink on my floor." The lorry outside was reversing, a long, mournful groan of gears that never seemed to stop, a sound that had settled into the bones of the town of Vrana like a permanent ache. Slobodan Stancev, a municipal sanitation officer whose pension depended on the next three inspections, stood in the buttery, cool, and dark interior...

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