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CHAPTER HUNDRED & TWENTY-THREE

ETHAN

The bass pulsed through the floor of the private club, low and steady like a heartbeat. Velvet shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with top-shelf whiskey. I walked past the patrons with purpose, ignoring the flirtatious glances, the hush of conversation.

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