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ALYRA'S POV
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The bar was a sanctuary of relative quiet within the chaos of the party. The music was muffled here, bass lines reduced to a dull throb that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the villa itself. Champagne flutes clinked softly. Conversations hummed in low, cultivated tones. The air carried the scent of expensive alcohol and wealth.

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