Alone in the golden cage
In the darkness, the penthouse shone like a carefully cut gem suspended above the city. Even after the storm had passed, droplets of rain still clung to the glass walls, catching the city lights and refracting them into soft prisms that danced across the marble floors. The marble itself stretched endlessly, pale and flawless, reflecting chandeliers that hung like frozen constellations from the ceiling. Every surface gleamed with deliberate perfection—polished, expensive, untouchable. The walls were lined with towering bookcases filled with leather-bound volumes and rare editions, alongside priceless artwork that whispered of history, legacy, and power. It was a place designed to impress, to dominate, to assure anyone who entered that control lived here.
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