Within these walls time has stopped. It flows around the building, moving on to sad decay, but inside amidst the broken glass, rippled, decayed floor boards, and pealing walls memories of this once grand building grabs and holds the person brave enough to enter. The scent of perfume long past still lingers to tease the nostrils as you climb the stairs to the second floor. The broken windows allow sunlight in and it dances across the ballroom floor. There is the faint sound of a dance orchestra that teases the body to move to its rhythm. Outside time marches on, but here the past holds the intruder tightly in its grip; a reminder that time exists side by side for the intrigued and discerning traveler.
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