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The banquet hall was a cathedral of light and silence, a sprawling expanse of white marble that seemed to hum with a low, electric frequency, as if the very stones were holding their breath in anticipation of the inevitable, and I stood there, my reflection shimmering in the polished floor like a ghost trapped beneath glass, observing the dozens of figures who moved with the fluid, predatory...
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