The Wistful Incense

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The air in the comms relay shed tastes of ozone and old dust. It is a dry wind that cracks the clay walls of the dome city, a physical fact that no amount of heating can argue with. I am Budi Rusli, and I am sitting in the shadow of a vacuum welder that has not sparked in three days, listening to the hum of a fridge in an empty shop across the street. The Minister stands before me, his face a...

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