CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-EIGHT

Limelights impale through the predawn mizzle and make up Hawthorne inventions in jittery strobes of red and gold. Satellite vans huddle at the check like sword predators, their dishes tipping toward the rooftop where the new period was blazoned only hours ago. Inside the glass- walled lobby, Arabell...

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