The Golden Downtown
The air in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s was thick, not merely with the scent of roasted pheasant and spiced wine, but with a heavy, oppressive humidity that seemed to seep into the bones, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river, making every breath a laborious negotiation with the atmosphere that surrounded the assembled...
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