The Golden Visit
The Great Hall of the Ashworth Estate did not merely stand; it loomed, a monolith of obsidian and gold leaf that seemed to breathe in the stagnant, incense-thick air, its arches soaring so high that the vaulted ceiling vanished into a perpetual, twilight shadow where the very dust motes appeared to hang suspended in a state of eternal, gravitational defiance, a testament to the architectural...
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