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"Good evening, darlings," she said. Her voice was a deep, resonant contralto that vibrated in the chest. "I see the usual suspects... and some unusual suspects."
The heavy oak entrance swung open, bringing with it a gust of cold wind and the scent of ozone. The chatter in the room died instantly. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. ts rafaella
The man froze, the glass still tilted, his face draining of color. "I... I'm so sorry, I didn't see—" "Good evening, darlings," she said