The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall smells of roasted garlic and old money, a thick, cloying perfume that seems to coat the inside of your throat. You stand at the edge of the mahogany table, holding a glass of champagne that has long since gone flat, watching the senior partners laugh over a joke that is too quiet to be funny but too loud to be ignored. The room is a cavern of beige and gold, lit by chandeliers...

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