The Faded Bouquet
The chandelier above you is a cage of crystal and iron, a frozen spiderweb that catches the gaslight and fractures it into a thousand trembling shards of amber and white, and you stand beneath it with your back to the marble column, feeling the vibration of the orchestra through the soles of your boots, a low, thrumming hum that seems to rise from the very bones of the house, and you are not...
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