The Rite of Cleansing
Her eyes are losing focus. The muscles in their lids are slowly succumbing to the speaker's basso mosquito drone that's painting the hall in warm molasses. Her chin begins its steady descent, as her mind curls away, searching for the voice that beckons her.It is the last seminar on the last night of a long three-day academic/museum collections conference hosted by her university. She had expected to be done and home to her cat, but was asked at the last minute by her boss to sit in on the...
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