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... otic crescendo, Chris could already feel his soul attempting to evacuate his body.
The opera was more movement than music, more neon than narrative, and more screaming than any cultured production should reasonably contain. The dancers drifted across the stage like haunted wind chimes, while someone in the orchestra pit kept striking a metal sheet for "atmospheric effect."
Chris took another slow sip of lemon water.
If this night had a lifeline, this was it.
Dax l ...
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