The Golden Mirror
The feast was not one of food, but of silence, a heavy, suffocating blanket that settled over the grand ballroom of the Ashworth Estate like a shroud. You stood in the corner, your tuxedo fitting too tightly across the shoulders, the fabric straining against the muscles that had long since forgotten how to relax. The crystal chandeliers above cast a prismatic glare, fracturing the light into a...
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