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... who had just walked into the wrong rehearsal room at the wrong time and the performers were summoning demons.
The night was quiet.
The lagoon shimmered like a dark mirror under the moon’s pale glow.
The fire crackled lazily.
And inside Isabella’s tent?
CHAOS.
Screaming.
Ranting.
Bedsheets slapping the floor.
A noise that sounded suspiciously like a creature collapsing.
Muffled shrieks about "WHY IS THIS NOT WORKING? ...
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