I set down the large tray of glassware on the station quietly, and started putting away the wine stems one by one, like with like, in neat rows of three. As I lifted the last one, I stopped, and put it back down. I caught a glimpse of my reflection on the mirror lining the back of the shelves. An exhausted face lit dimly by the sparsely placed candles a…
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