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The Apartment #165

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As they seat themselves around the table once more the glass is already moving.
Our studies are completing.
Tears river down Tisha's whitening face. A profound sadness has filled her world and encompassed her in an unexplained grief. Her hands, clasped, writhe desperately, but the rest of her body is motionless. Maya's eyes are wide in wonder at something only she can see. Daniel laughs at the absurdity of life. Harry is aware he has lost his faith, but found a new enlightenment in logic.
But knows that that, too, is illusion. His God, in whatever guise, has failed him.

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