The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The glass was in my hands. It was cold. I held it up to the light. It was not a whole thing anymore. It was a cluster of shards. They caught the sun. They threw rainbows on the wall. I did not move. I just held it. My name is Arthur. I am a clerk. I work in the basement. I file papers. I sort them by date. I do not make decisions. I do not speak much. I am quiet. People think I am dull. They...

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