The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb, rosemary, and the faint, metallic tang of old money, a scent that clung to the velvet upholstery like a stain that no amount of scrubbing could remove. Elias stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the city lights smear into long, golden streaks as rain began to fall against the pane. Inside, the air was thick with the hum of...
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