


At the Paris Opera. The wooden floor creaks beneath the heavy curtain. Velvet seats, backstage alive with excitement. Rich, syrupy plum. The rush of spices and the pounding of the heart.
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At the Paris Opera. The wooden floor creaks beneath the heavy curtain. Velvet seats, backstage alive with excitement. Rich, syrupy plum. The rush of spices and the pounding of the heart.