Title: The Glass Sanctuary

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The jazz was a distant thrum, a heartbeat felt through the soles of my feet rather than heard with my ears. Above us, the Cotton Club was in full swing, a whirlwind of sequins, champagne, and the desperate laughter of the Lost Generation. But here, in the sanctuary beneath the limestone, there was only the cold, clinical silence of the void. I was bound to a cross of gold and hand-blown glass,...

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