The Golden Visit
The banquet hall was a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above the valley. It was a place of excess, a monument to the architecture of greed. I stood in the corner, clutching my cold cup of champagne, watching the lights flicker in the chandeliers. They hummed like trapped insects. I was there to observe. I was there to understand. My name is Elias. I am a scholar of structures. Not just...
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