The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The champagne was warm in the crystal flutes, a golden sludge that tasted of sugar and stale ambition, and I watched the bubbles rise and die in the heavy air of the banquet hall where the air conditioning hummed a low, mechanical hymn that seemed to vibrate in the hollow of my skull. I was not supposed to be here, not in this velvet-draped cage of high society where the air smelled of...

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