The End of the Glittering City's Golden Hall

At 11.55, at the end of the night that Marx, Richie's six month reprieve from a fate predestined, I find that I've had quite enough. From the start, I'd known the hour when my patience with this experiment would come to an end, and so it has. In my mind, I travel back through the circuitry of the security system. The glittering city can accommodate much more than merely 1,000 guests. And if I'm wrong about that? Well, so what? I like my job. There aren't many who can say that.

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