The Golden Echoes
The party was too loud, or perhaps it was the wine, a thick red varietal that tasted of iron and old blood, which made the air in the conference room feel dense and difficult to breathe. I stood in the corner of the expansive glass-walled office, holding a paper cup I had not yet drunk from, watching my colleagues dance with a fervor that seemed to stem from a place deeper than joy. It was a...
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