The Wistful Mountain
The champagne flute in your hand is heavy, the stem slick with condensation that has pooled into a small, cold lake on the mahogany table, and you are trying to calculate the exact moment the tremor will stop, because if it does not stop by the time Director Halloway raises his glass, the promotion to Regional Director will be revoked, and with it, the pension that is the only architecture...
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