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... lmost empty now. The noisy crowd was gone. The music had stopped. The chairs were stacked. The floor was sticky with spilled wine and muddy shoes, but the room felt too quiet, like a church after a storm. Morning light was crawling in through the cracks in the wooden windows, soft and pale.
Vivienne sat alone at a table near the back. Her elbows were on the wooden surface, and her fingers played slowly with a half-empty glass of brandy she had stopped drinking a long time ago. She had ba ...
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