The Golden Downtown

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The banquet hall smelled of beeswax and old dust, a scent that seemed to hang in the air like a visible veil, separating us from the world outside where the rain was beginning to drum against the high, arched windows. I stood at the edge of the room, holding a glass of champagne that I did not drink, watching the chandeliers cast their fractured light across the faces of the city’s elite, who...

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