The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 02:54:08 -

The champagne is warm. It tastes like copper and regret. You stand at the edge of the ballroom, the crystal stem trembling in your hand, watching the city blur through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights of London smear into long, golden streaks, a river of electricity that never sleeps, never forgives. You are here for the gala. You are here to be seen. But you are not seen. You are a...

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