The Golden Circuit
The candlelight in the Grand Hall flickered, casting long, trembling shadows across the marble floor as the Mayor raised his glass, his voice booming with a false warmth that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I sat at the end of the long table, my hands folded tightly in my lap, feeling the weight of the silver cutlery before me as a physical barrier between myself and the opulence of the room. It...
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