The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The champagne is cold. It sits in the crystal flutes, trembling with the vibration of the orchestra. You hold one in your hand, the stem thin as a vein, your fingers white-knuckled against the glass. The ballroom is a sea of silk and satin, a swirling galaxy of wealth that feels less like a celebration and more like a cage. You are standing near the pillar, watching the dancers. They move with...

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