The Turn of the Room
The Grand Hall of the city’s new community center was a monument to a future the Sterling family had never intended to build. A month ago, Arthur Vance would have been relegated to the foyer, a silent, invisible fixture expected to manage the logistics of the elite’s vanity. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the metallic tang of apprehension. Arthur stood at the mahogany podium, the gravitational center of the room. He adjusted the microphone, the slight feedback shriek cutting through the polite murmur o
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