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[entelein]

She places her hands palms-down on the table, sits a little straighter in the plain, straight-backed chair, and looks levelly at the clock. The hands move in their usual fashion, and there is a small current of air moving the one wisp of hair that has escaped the complex twist of chopstick on top of her head.

At the back of her tongue there is the taste of coffee, and caramelized sugar.

At her neck is the scent of mint and thyme.

At her feet, the years are there, shuffled together like a deck of well-played cards.