The Golden Echoes
The crystal chandeliers, suspended from the vaulted ceiling of the Grand Hotel’s ballroom, did not merely illuminate the room so much as they suspended the air in a glittering, static cage, where every facet of leaded glass captured the frantic energy of the gala and refracted it into a thousand jagged shards of light that danced across the polished mahogany floor like the eyes of predatory...
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