The lobby was – as all lobbies should be – crisp and glimmering, with polished marble floors and rich furniture. This first room is usually meant to breathe some sort of life into the place but it is truly dismal. Like a crumbling castle a niche in the wall is a weakness in the link of a chain, signaling rust and foreboding tides of change. But I linger here – in my morbid glee – to see this dynasty fall in cracked stones at my feet.
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