The Distant Promise

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The chandelier held its breath. Glass beads trembled. Dust motes danced in the beams. I sat still. My hands were flat on the tablecloth. The cloth was white. It was stained with wine. Red wine. It looked like old blood. I watched it spread. It did not stop. Around me, they laughed. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. I did not join them. I watched the stain. It grew. It ate the white. It ate...

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