The Golden Downtown
The chandelier in the Grand Ballroom of the Golden Downtown did not hang from a ceiling so much as it floated in a suspension of amber light, its crystals refracting the ozone-heavy air into a thousand fractured rainbows that danced across the faces of the guests. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the buffet, his fingers twitching against the rim of a glass of sparkling water, watching...
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