The Wistful Skyline

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The wine is red as a fresh wound, pooling in the crystal decanters that have outlived three empires, and you stand in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by the suffocating perfume of lilies and the low, humming vibration of a hundred conversations that you cannot quite hear, only feel as a pressure against your eardrums. This is the feast, the grand convergence of those who build and those...

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