The Wistful Incense
Chapter One "You have signed it, Femmigje, have you not? The ink is still wet on the condemnation." Minister Van der Kolk stood in the doorway of her office, a man whose suit was cut for a younger, leaner war, his eyes fixed on the document that sat open on her desk. It was a form, a simple bureaucratic instrument, but the signature at the bottom was not hers; the loops of the 'F' were too...
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