The Distant Nightmare
The rain lashed the windows of the Grand Hotel like a frantic audience demanding entry. Inside, the ballroom blazed with chandeliers that cast a golden, honeyed glow over the polished parquet floor. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, expensive perfume, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to linger in the corners where the light did not reach. Julian stood by the bar, a glass of...
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