Condensation Trial

A round glass of ice water sat on the ceramic table. The lower exterior had gathered an array of cold droplets. I approached without haste and pressed the side of my palm against the chilled glass wall. A trickle slipped downward, diverted by my touch. The temperature was sharp, stable, and disciplined. I methodically swept two clean horizontal lines through the condensation, establishing clear grid marks across the misted surface.

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