The Faded Paradox
The chandelier in the Grand Hall of the Ashworth estate did not sway, though the draft from the open balcony doors pushed against the heavy velvet drapes with a rhythmic, almost breathing insistence, and the crystal prisms caught the gaslight in a thousand fractured shards that danced across the faces of the guests, turning their smiles into masks of cold, geometric brilliance, while in the...
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