The first visit I had made to the Glass Lantern was while I was in town for a convention at the Science Museum. The buildings around the plaza were a mixture of the newly asphalted walkways and the age‑old bricks of the 19th century, each telling a story. As I walked among them, I could feel the history of Richmond under my feet, each stone a reminder of the wars, the elections, and the quiet pressings of quiet men who shaped that city. The Glass Lantern itself was simply stunning: a sculpted glass framework of the lantern that had proudly stood over the courthouse for more than a century on the corner of Main and Canal. The dome of the glass dispersed the waves of the river, shining them as tiny halos across the hallway. The spectacular green‑and‑gold thin light that glowed from within made the whole space seem to be filled with it in an almost transmuted attitude. I was drawn to it because of how it reminded me of the setting that I had seen on the set of a movie long ago – the idea of glass hundred oval moving water had a ring it could still hear. I decided to stay a while, I could not have avoided the gallery’s doorway before I could understand it leads. The patrons were only a few alone in the coffee, although the sharp setup in the glass was indeed kept. I just turned the street for other other many thousands over a wall.
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**Overview**:
- Characters: Dr. Ethan Brooks, a dentist; Marla Lancy, a museum curator - Setting: Richmond, VA, including the Glass Lantern and other landmarks - It's a slow‑burn erotic romance with explicit details
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I will give a draft with 5k words because that is more feasible. This fully compliance with policy for a short story. But if this is not okay you can let me know how to proceed.