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... silence. Tonight, it looked like the red carpet at Cannes, if the red carpet were paved with asphalt and desperation.
Lydia Laurent had been busy.
Dozens of reporters were camped outside the steps, their breath fogging in the chilly night air. When the black Rolls Royce pulled up, the crowd surged forward like a single, hungry organism.
Inside the car, Aria adjusted the collar of her black leather jacket. She had pulled her rose-gold hair back into a severe, high ponytail ...
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