The Wistful Dinner
The chandelier in the center of the ballroom was a sprawling, crystalline thing that caught the gaslight and scattered it across the faces of the guests in a hundred sharp, indifferent points, and beneath its cold brilliance Julian Vane stood with a glass of vintage port in his hand, watching the woman who had once been his wife move through the crowd with a grace that felt less like dignity...
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