The Distant Legend

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The room was loud. Too loud. The crystal glasses clinked. The laughter was sharp. I smiled. My smile was fixed. It did not hurt. Arthur stood by the window. He held his wine. He looked at me. I looked at him. He nodded. It was a small nod. It meant everything. It meant nothing. We had worked together for twenty years. Twenty years of dust. Twenty years of glue. Twenty years of silence. We built...

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