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... of wealth and desperation in equal measure.
It was the sort of building that seemed to have been constructed not out of stone, wood, or any other honest material, but out of ego pressed into marble and smugness poured into gilded molding.
Every column screamed excess. Every chandelier hung like a jeweled threat, daring the ceiling to collapse under the weight of its arrogance. I half expected the velvet curtains to start speaking, to recite poetry about how expensive they were, ...
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