The Faded Guest
The chandelier above the long oak table was not merely a light source but a suspended constellation of cut crystal that fractured the single beam of the projector into a thousand blinding, jagged shards which danced across the faces of the guests in a rhythm that felt less like celebration and more like the frantic, staccato beating of a heart trying to escape its ribcage while the air in the...
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