The Golden Downtown
The champagne in your glass is sweating, condensation rolling down the crystal in cold, sharp beads that sting your fingertips if you hold them too long. You are standing in the center of the Grand Atrium, surrounded by the hum of three hundred people who have not truly seen you in decades. The air is thick with the scent of orange blossom and expensive perfume, a cloying sweetness that sits...
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