The Wistful Voyage

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The champagne was cold. It sat in the crystal glasses like stagnant water, catching the light from the chandeliers in dull, dead reflections. I watched the bubbles rise and die, a small, repetitive violence. Around me, the guests moved in a slow, liquid flow. They wore silk and leather, their faces smooth and unmarked by the world outside. They spoke of yield rates and market adjustments. They...

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