The Pale Tale
The glass is in your hand. It is cold. You hold it tight. Your fingers are white. The cup is fragile. It is old. It is yours. You are a maker of glass. You have made many. This one is special. It is blue. It is thin. It sings when you tap it. You do not tap it. You are afraid. You are in the hall. The hall is big. The floor is black. The lights are dim. You are not the king. You are a servant....
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