The Faded Bouquet
The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate did not echo with the clinking of silver or the hum of polite society, but with a low, tectonic grinding, a subsonic vibration that seemed to emanate from the very foundations of the stone, a geological complaint against the weight of the chandeliers that hung suspended in the air like frozen tears of crystal, their prismatic light refracting into a...
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