The Wistful Asylum
The banquet hall of the Sterling Foundation was a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended high above the gray November fog of London. The air smelled of expensive perfume, polished mahogany, and the faint, metallic tang of anxiety that permeates any gathering where power is traded. In the center of the room, under a chandelier that dropped like a frozen waterfall of crystal, stood Julian...
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