The Wistful Incense

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You’re driving the bus, Lucia Sabella, or you were, until the engine cut and the horn screamed its one long note into the drizzle, a sound that usually meant a schedule missed but today meant something else, something that settled in the chest like a stone dropped into still water. The route was ending, the city was shedding its skin, and the man in the passenger seat, the one who collected...

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