The Golden Downtown
The chandelier in the Grand Hall of the Municipal Archive did not reflect the candlelight so much as it swallowed it, casting the room in a warm, amber haze that made the faces of the Founders’ Gala guests look like polished coins. I stood near the edge of the room, my waistcoat damp with sweat, holding a glass of sherry I had not touched, watching Director Halloway move through the crowd with...
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