The Faded Chronicle
You are holding the cup. It is white ceramic. It is chipped at the rim. You drink. The coffee is cold. It tastes like dust. It tastes like the air in the breakroom. You put it down. You pick it up again. You drink again. "Is it bad?" asks Peter. He is standing by the vending machine. His tie is loose. He looks tired. He looks like you. "It is fine," you say. "It tastes like the floor," Peter...
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