House Arbor had always held the most famous balls in Caeli-Amur. The Directors constantly tried to outdo each other in opulent decoration, sumptuous food, and extravagant entertainment. And this would be the night of Anton’s greatest triumph.He passed along the wide street, where bulb-trees lined the sides like marshals standing to attention, and drifted with other guests through the gates of Director Lefebvre’s mansion. As with most House Arbor buildings, the walls were covered with Toxicodendron Didion, which reached out ominously towards the passersby, green fronds waving, hoping to wrap the guests in their deadly embrace. Sometimes when the Toxicodendron was cut back, the skeletons of thieves were found hanging within the vines’ wiry branches.The gardens of Lefebvre’s mansion were immaculately sculpted, with olive trees lining the walls. On the front lawns the guests—men in bright red coats, women in grandiose dresses—watched as jugglers tossed burning sticks in the air, contortionists squeezed their way through impossible frames, and sleight-of-hand magicians sat next to thaumaturgists, daring the crowd to decide who was the real and who the fake.
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