The Faded Apartment
The chandelier above you does not shine so much as it hangs, a heavy, crystalline weight suspended in the air, fracturing the gaslight into a thousand cold, prismatic shards that dance across the marble floor like the shed skins of some ancient, invisible serpent. You stand in the center of the Grand Hall, the air thick with the scent of stale champagne, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old...
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