The Distant Nightmare

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The ballroom hummed. A low, electric thrum. It lived in the floorboards. It lived in the chandeliers. It lived in the skin of every woman present. Margaret stood at the edge of the room. Her back was to the glass. The city lights blurred behind her. She was a statue of silence. The air was thick. Heavy with perfume and power. Men moved like sharks. Smooth. Cold. They circled the women. They...

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