The Distant Promise
The chandelier above the Meridian Historical Society’s ballroom did not so much shine as it hovered, a heavy constellation of crystal and brass that seemed to weigh down the air itself, trapping the warmth of three hundred bodies in a suffocating, golden haze. I stood near the edge of the room, my hand resting on the back of a velvet chair, watching Director Halloway move through the crowd with...
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