The Wistful Crossroads
The glass bowl sat on the desk. It was old. The glass was thick. It had a green tint. It held nothing. It held the light. Thomas looked at it. He was a man of order. He wore a uniform. The cloth was grey. It was stiff. It smelled of iron and dust. He worked in the Ministry. The building was cold. The walls were stone. The stone was old. The stone remembered things. Thomas touched the bowl. His...
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