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... w beaded on mandarin leaves, glittering under the soft orange glow of floodlights strung across the café set. Crew members shuffled between the café tent and the outdoor tables, adjusting cameras, polishing glasses, wiping down counters. Their voices were hushed, brisk, purposeful. Everyone knew the stakes.
The scandal hadn’t died down. It had merely shifted its weight.
From beyond the low orchard fence came the faint murmur of voices. At first it was just background noise, like ...
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