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The heavy velvet curtain fell closed behind them, sealing off the laughter and the jazz-laced air of Angels’ upper floor. Down here, beneath the gold and champagne facade, the world changed. The lights dimmed to a seductive crimson glow, smoke curled through the air like whispers, and the sound of a piano bled through the walls — soft, slow, almost mournful.
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