The Distant Summer
The ballroom of the Grand Meridian Hotel in Chicago hummed with the heavy, sweet vibration of a thousand voices speaking at once, a cacophony that seemed to vibrate against the bones of the walls, where the chandeliers, dripping with crystal that caught the gaslight and fractured it into a thousand trembling stars, cast a dizzying, golden haze over the assembled elite of the city, who moved...
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