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THALIUS

My uncle, devious traitor that he is, escorts me into the ballroom, and for a moment all my worries fall away. The hall is magnificent, with murals of perfect athletes dancing on the ceiling, and white swans that swim in a pond black as night. The decorations are perfect, the staff more so. Employees of the hotel, all dressed in black, of course, seem to float through the space