The Golden Downtown
The chandelier above you is a mistake. It is a sprawling, opulent cage of crystal and brass, dripping with light that feels less like illumination and more like an interrogation. You are standing in the center of the Grand Hall, surrounded by the hum of three hundred guests, their laughter a dry, rasping sound that scrapes against the velvet drapes. You are wearing the dress they gave you. It...
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