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The conference room was the Library. It was filled with artwork that respects one’s memories of books, study, and quietness. The triptych ...
I looked down, directed visually, and saw the room’s reflection. As clear as the instructions were, I could not help realising ...
The diffuser has seen better days. It has been broken more than once. It was shattered, ready to be tossed. I hesitated for ...
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