The Wistful Incense

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The glass shattered before I could drop the pipette. Act I My hands were shaking, not from the cold that crept up from the refinery floor, but from the sheer weight of the silence in the room. I am Soledad Castañeda, and in this place, where the air tastes of sulfur and old iron, I am the only one who knows why the Wistful Incense refuses to hold its shape. It is a volatile compound, a pale...

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