The Faded Attic
The banquet hall of the Sterling Foundation hummed with a low, electric tension that felt less like a party and more like a siege, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb, expensive perfume, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the pores of every guest who had gathered to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the institution that had built the city’s skyline and, more...
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