The Golden Downtown
The feast was a riot of silver and candlelight, a blinding array of goblets that caught the fire and threw it back in shards of amber and gold, filling the high vaulted hall of the Blackwood estate with a heat that felt less like warmth and more like a fever, a delirious pulse that beat in time with the clinking of cutlery against fine porcelain and the low, murmuring hum of three hundred...
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