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... rmer, deeper gold that turned the entire space into a living arena, the kind where gladiators used to bleed for the crowd’s favor.
The air buzzed thick with unfinished words, the scent of fresh coffee from the lobby mixing with the sharp tang of sweat under wool suits, hearts still racing from the break.
People poured back in waves, a river of dark jackets and clicking heels, seats groaning loud as bodies dropped heavy, programs rustling like dry leaves in a storm about to break. ...
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