[The Waltz of the Damned]The old Lu-Sheng Manor sat atop the city’s highest hill like a sleeping predator. Once a symbol of the Architect’s rigid, iron-fisted rule, it had been reimagined by Minny into a temple of light and glass. But tonight, for the Midnight Masquerade, the lights were dimmed to a haunting violet hue. Fog machines breathed artificial mist across the marble floors, and the guests—the elite, the corrupt, and the beautiful—moved through the halls like colorful wraiths, their faces hidden behind masks of gold, feathers, and bone.Panni stepped out of the matte-black SUV, the silver silk of her gown shimmering under the moonlight. The dress was heavy with crystals, a cold armor that clicked softly against the pavement. Beside her, Julian Vane adjusted his own mask—a sleek, featureles
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