The Faded Apartment

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The banquet hall of the Sterling Foundation did not smell of roasted pheasant or aged wine, as one might expect for an event of such magnitude, but of ozone and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. Margaret Holloway stood at the periphery of the room, her gloved hand resting lightly on the edge of a marble column, her fingers tracing the cold, unyielding...

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