The Faded Paradox
The hall was a cavern of gold and shadow, the chandeliers dripping light like heavy, slow tears onto the polished floor where hundreds of feet moved in a restless, swirling dance. You stood at the edge of the crowd, your uniform immaculate, the fabric stiff against your skin like a second layer of armor, while the air around you grew thick with the scent of perfume, old paper, and the metallic...
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