The Wistful Silence

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The glass was cold when I touched it. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the weight, or the way the light fractured through the rim, but the chill. It sat on the mahogany desk of Director Halloway, a small, unassuming tumbler of thick crystal. To anyone else, it was just a vessel. To me, it was the sum of my existence. I had been cleaning it for six years. Halloway did not look up from his...

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