The Golden Mean
I.The first thing James noticed about the Crucible was that it smelled like champagne and regret.He had expected something more abstract—code, perhaps, or the sterile ozone smell of virtual reality. Instead, he stood in a ballroom that stretched impossibly far in every direction, crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across marble floors, and the air carried the faint, sweet scent of...
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