The Faded Apartment
The banquet had been a symphony of excess, a cacophony of clinking crystal and the low, thrumming bass of conversation that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the high-rise apartment in Chicago. Margaret Holloway stood by the wet bar, her fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of white wine she had not taken a sip from in twenty minutes, her knuckles white against the cold...
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