The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Solstice smelled of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of old coins. It was a space constructed from light and ambition, a place where the air itself seemed to shimmer with an unearned prosperity. At the long tables draped in white linen, the elite of the city mingled, their laughter sharp and bright as cut glass. They wore jewels that...
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