The Last Party at the Apex
The penthouse of the Apex Tower was a cathedral of glass and gold, floating above the smog of New York like a god's playground. It was the night of the Solstice Gala, and the air was thick with the scent of orchids and the sound of a thousand meaningless conversations. Julian, a physicist who had spent his life studying the curvature of spacetime, stood by the champagne fountain, feeling an...
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