The Golden Mirror
The chandelier above the ballroom floor was a constellation of crystal and gold, casting a light that felt less like illumination and more like a physical weight pressing down upon the shoulders of every guest, and I stood at the edge of the mahogany table, my hands steady as I lifted the goblet of vintage Bordeaux, my eyes fixed on the Deputy Director who was currently accepting the applause...
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