The Faded Apartment
The banquet hall of the Sterling Institute was not a place for the living, but rather a museum of the recently deceased, where the air hung heavy with the scent of stale lavender and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep up from the marble floor. Arthur Pendelton stood near the edge of the chandelier, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the cuffs of his white dress...
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