The Golden Harbor
The banquet hall smells of roasted pork and expensive wine, a thick, cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat and settles heavy in your stomach, and you stand there in the center of the marble floor, feeling the heat of the chandeliers pressing down on your shoulders like a physical weight, your uniform crisp and stiff against your skin, the fabric itching with a friction that feels...
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