Unbeknown to the droves of commuters bustling along the frenetic thoroughfare below Flinders Street Station in Melbourne’s CBD, a space kept alive only through whispers was being resuscitated above.
Through a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it wooden door, up several flights of aged stairs (or a rickety elevator) sat an abandoned ballroom on what folklore has described as a hidden floor.
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