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... th stalled.
The long solid-wood table that was large enough to seat a hundred guests, had once been the pride of this house. She remembered how her mother used to stand at its head, radiant and warm, welcoming nobles, merchants, artists. Laughter used to echo beneath these ceilings.
The house had once been alive.
Now, the wallpaper had been changed to thick patterns, excessive gold threading, meant to scream wealth.
Instead, it whispered emptiness.
Dancers ...
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