PREVIEW
... nd of place where the low ceiling and wooden walls made every laugh feel more intimate, and every lie more acceptable.
There was the smell of old beer, cheap perfume, and worn-out leather from chairs that had seen more conspiracy than comfort.
At the tables, voices tangled in tense murmurs, glasses clinked in nervous hands, and everyone seemed to know something — or pretended they did.
In the middle of it all, Thalia moved like a seasoned expert. Impeccable posture, measu ...
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