The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One "Sign here, Maria, and we are done." The pen felt heavy in her hand, a dead weight of brass and nib. She did not look at the man across the desk. She looked at the incense burner. It sat on the mahogany surface, a small, bronze vessel shaped like a crouching dragon. The metal was warm, though the room was cold. The Ministry of Aesthetics smelled of floor wax and damp wool, a scent...

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