The Golden Scar
The banquet hall stretches out before you, an endless corridor of polished mahogany and suspended crystal chandeliers that cast a light so cold and precise it feels less like illumination and more like a surgical incision into the fabric of the afternoon, where hundreds of guests in tailored suits and dresses of muted silk sit in rigid rows, their faces fixed on the long central table with the...
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