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... t music played beneath the low hum of conversation. One entire wall was glass, windows reaching from floor to ceiling, showing the storm raging outside. Snow streaked past the glass, city lights blurred and distant beyond it.
I spotted Eleanor almost immediately.
She was standing near the window, one hand resting on her waist, a glass of whiskey in the other. She wore a blue dress that fit her simply, nothing flashy, but it suited her. The city lights reflected faintly in the gla ...
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