The Weight of a Grain of Sand
Elena sat in the cafeteria of the UN building in Geneva, staring at a single grain of salt on the plastic table. Around her, the air was thick with the sound of a dozen languages, all of them speaking the language of "urgent" crises and "critical" deadlines. She was a Senior Mediator. For twenty years, she had been the one to sit in the windowless rooms, the one to find the exact word that...
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