The Faded Quadrant
The chandelier in the lobby of the Meridian Hotel sways with a slow, drunken pendulum, casting long, trembling shadows across the marble floor where you stand holding a glass of lukewarm champagne. It is a night of such aggressive opulence that the air itself feels thick, saturated with the scent of lilies and expensive cologne, a cloying sweetness that makes your stomach turn. You are here...
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