The Faded Apartment
The banquet hall of the University of St. Jude’s was a cavern of white linen and crystal, humming with the low, electric frequency of a hundred intellects colliding in the dark. I stood near the pillar, holding a glass of champagne that had gone flat in my hand, watching the light refract through the ice into a scattered constellation of diamonds on the marble floor. The air was thick, perfumed...
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