The Wistful Incense
Chapter One Magnus Lindqvist was a man who smelled of sulfur and regret, standing in the cold, loud server room that the town council had converted from the old motor works assembly line. I wanted to synthesize the scent of my dead wife, Elara, to cure the hollow ache in my chest, but the local council mandated strict chemical purity, and my lab was a violation of every statute they had...
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