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... e of a drunken man, and allowed Sofia to lead him toward the darkness of the private quarters.
Once inside the tent, the atmosphere shifted. The cheers of the plaza faded into a muffled, distant hum as Sofia moved with a strange, frantic grace to light a single candle on the bedside table. Giuseppe sat on the edge of the cot, watching her every movement through half-closed eyes. He noticed her fingers trembling as she adjusted the wick—a wick that began to sputter with a sickly, blue-tin ...
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