The Golden Song
The hall was too bright. It hummed with a low, electric frequency that vibrated in the teeth, a sound like distant traffic or perhaps the collective breathing of three hundred people who had come to see the architecture of the state. I stood near the heavy velvet rope, holding my notebook, feeling the leather grow warm in my hand. The air smelled of expensive cologne and stale carpet. It was a...
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