The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The chandelier above the ballroom floor was a cage of glass, trembling with the weight of its own reflection. I stood in the center of it, holding a glass of champagne that had gone flat, watching the iridescent sheen creep across the plaster walls of Harrowgate Estate. It looked like oil on water, a shimmering, wet pulse that matched the erratic beating of my own heart. I needed the loan. I...

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