The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall smelled of wax and old wood, a scent that seemed to settle into the pores of your skin as you stood near the pillar, holding a glass of champagne you did not intend to drink. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, a low-frequency vibration that you felt more in your chest than in your ears. Around you, the faculty moved in slow, deliberate orbits, their faces...
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