The Wistful Dinner

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The glass was thin. It trembled on the silver tray. I held it. My fingers were cold. The hall was vast. The air was still. Edward stood by the window. He wore white. He looked out. He did not see me. The chandelier hung low. It buzzed. A hive of light. The guests moved in circles. They spoke in low tones. They smiled with their mouths. Their eyes were flat. I am the new secretary. I am...

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