The Wistful Dinner
You count the seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. The clock on the wall ticks. It is a loud tick. It is a heavy tick. It sounds like a bone breaking. You sit at the table. The table is long. It is oak. It is cold. You are not alone. There are others. They are here. They are watching. You are the new one. You are the junior. You sit at the bottom of the tier. The hierarchy is clear. The hierarchy is...
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