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... ; Innsbruck did not sleep so much as it rested; lights dimmed, streets quieted, but life remained present, orderly, contained.
The last patrons drifted out in pairs, laughter muted out of courtesy rather than exhaustion. Bruno and Heidi descended the gallery steps without hurry.
No attendants rushed ahead, nor were there any aides waiting on them with folders or schedules. The city belonged to itself tonight, and they walked through it as its guests rather than its masters.
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