Beneath the midnight sky

ike it had some

ery blur. Zara James huddled beneath the crumbling awning of a forgotten jazz bar on 48th Stre

ins were delayed again, and she couldn't afford a cab. Not to

. Across the street, through sheets of rain, the Grand Luxor Hotel stood tall and dry-polished

e of warmth? Curiosity? Or maybe just the need to feel, for

by glowed like a dream-crystal chandeliers overhead, floors that reflected her

hen she

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into the rain and va