459 - The Endless Folds of a Red Rose

The party was still going and it was almost true dawn.  I sat in a niche in the baths at the Folly.  Mil had moved heaven and earth and paid a great deal to be at the forfront of the new trend to swimming in the city.  Very few of the older party goers were still there, or still conscious.  An older Aitzas betrayed his location with a fruity snore rising from the middle of a miniature garden,