The Golden Echoes
The chandelier above the ballroom floor of the Continental Insurance Exchange hummed with a low, electric vibration that seemed to synchronize with the pulse of my own heart, casting a fractured, golden light over the sea of black ties and silk gowns that swirled around us in a dance of polite suffocation. I stood rigid by the marble pillar, my eyes fixed not on the company president’s speech...
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