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A Manhattan drawing room bloomed with soft red light. A company of people, stained with the same grave color, sat staring at a pair of red plush curtains. It was a breathless moment. Once the curtains, brushed from behind by a moving shape, vaguely stirred, and then an excited whisper rippled over the red room and vanished in diminishing circles of sound, as if a crumb had been dropped into a pool of claret.
At the left of the curtains waited a middle-aged...
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