The Faded Ruin
The crystal chandelier above the grand hall of the Ashworth Manor caught the light of a thousand candles, refracting it into a web of cold fire that danced across the faces of the assembled dignitaries. You stood at the edge of the buffet, your hands clasped behind your back, watching the Minister of Aesthetics move through the crowd like a shark through warm water. The air was thick with the...
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