Mist City Exhibition Center stood on the west side of the city's central axis, a sprawling Baroque building.
Four Corinthian columns were set into its creamy-white marble facade, their acanthus-leaf capitals turned grayish yellow beneath the smog that never dispersed year-round.
Above the main entrance hung the emblem of the Psychic Association: an eye opened in the palm of a hand, gazing down at everyone who entered beneath the gray-white sky.
Benjamin followed the crowd into the exhibition center's main hall.
He was dressed very plainly today. His dark gray coat had been washed pale, and the heels of his leather boots were somewhat worn, making him stand out sharply from the finely dressed gentlemen and ladies around him.
In this city, the Psychic Association's public lectures were open to everyone, and entirely free of charge.
It sounded as though they were well suited to people without much money.
But in reality, the exhibition center was located in the heart of the wealthy district. The cost of taking public transportation to the wealthy district alone was more than ordinary commoners were willing to bear.
The wealthy, on the other hand, could arrive in private cars or stroll over at their leisure under the pretense of taking a walk.
What was more, the lectures were always held on proper workdays. Few commoners would risk losing their jobs just to attend a basic lecture.
Thus, those who could truly attend these lectures were all people with some assets to their names.
At the end of the main hall stood a pair of double oak doors. Beyond them was a tiered lecture hall capable of seating several hundred people.
The seats were upholstered in dark red velvet, with fold-down writing tablets on the armrests.
At the front of the lecture hall was a