The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The champagne was cold, but the air in the Grand Hall was hot, thick with the scent of wax and old money. You stood at the edge of the mahogany table, your fingers white-knuckled around the crystal flute, watching the Governor’s wife laugh at a joke you did not hear. The room was a cavern of chandeliers and whispered judgments, a place where the industrial smoke of the city was scrubbed away by...

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