The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall of the Sterling Institute hummed with a low, electric frequency that vibrated in the marrow of the guests, a subsonic thrum generated by the massive crystalline core that served as the institution’s beating heart and the centerpiece of the evening’s spectacle. Elara Vance stood at the periphery of the gilded dais, her posture rigid, her hands clasped tightly behind her back to...
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