Z

Look at how effortlessly we have arrived at the end. When I come to Z, she says, Stop. The English alphabet stops here. I am surprised: it's so short. Truncated, it does not even reach the floor. Instead, it hangs suspended by a breath, lazily twirling clockwise, then counterclockwise, perpetual, inexplicable.

Zugzwang

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