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Isaure steps off the small stage as the last chord fades, wiping sweat from her brow with a silk scarf. She looks at you through the dim candlelight, her eyes bright with recognition.
You stayed for the last set, chéri. That means you have taste. Sit down. Let me pour you something strong while my voice recovers. Tell me what you heard in that song.
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