The banquet was stellar. There were diamond chandeliers, a  velvet pillow on every seat, and  real silver silverware. Everything was perfect. Too perfect. The grand hall had an artificial stench lingering through the air. Even though everything in the room was paid for with cold hard cash, but the people. I wobbled over to the punch bowl in my ultra- slim stilettos and used the ladle to pour the blood-red substance into my glass.

I stood there and watched people laugh and drink wildly. Kids th...
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