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black card stock, sealed with a wa

words in silver ink: Entr

name. Midn

ccepted out of curi

s that promised secrecy

circles, had a different reputation: the kind that tra

t on a narrow stre

irror glass, and a thin fog move

n waited by an un

n looked once at his face, once at the

rrow and warm, the walls p

ured-a low, aching sound that

staircase until the air grew de

ivate booths, a stage dressed in gold light, and tables crowded

o look at him,

everyone pretended to be invi

ded him to a

ampagne or silence?" she

ce," h

r head and left

atching the stage thr

et, perhaps, or the careless sensuality

a stillness settled over him, unfamiliar and p

spotlig

rtains

e step

lo

udience in a collective breath

d rather than sewn, a mask of silver

rformance,they were reve

hing inside him p

collecting art, restoring painti

s was d

to music; she made th

knowing why, that h

– The P

nter of the stage, mot

llo-slow, deliberate, as if the bow

and the room forg

before-technically perfect,

as dif

moved, as though she danced not to please t

d restraint and reb

, and the light traced the outline

nonymous, but it al

every woman he'd ever tri

ecide if she

auty felt too

audience shift

d murmurs h

d still, glasses catc

percussion merging into somet

once, twice, slow as

ly, and she looked his way-not dir

he controlled the room

, her eyes, black thr

or a s

't a fl

like rec

n it wa

a final twist of light, and she froze m

ed, but Julien

till, heart mis-st

ast time something had mov

; the audience beg

his glass and

remember f

bout leaving

ance soon, but he stayed seated, watching the

red at his elbow, smiling with the effic

r enjoy the

dded

she calle

falter. "Only Velour. The

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gh the curtain befor

ce, a corridor lined with mirrors clouded by heat an

inned her hair, and let it fa

towel; she nodded th

ll traced

hat the performance had happene

of voices, patrons reclaiming their

of footsteps moving toward t

to see to know

lingered like a touch

thers, quiet, searching, as if he'd l

attention w

person remembe

away from

d, humming the tune

girl said. "A collector, ma

smile. "Collectors alw

nd disappeared int

ced her heels, and st

lose, wrapping around

man's eyes, grey,

taloguing a painting, trying to

lights dimmed to s

od up, face turned away fro

ide entrance; he opened

in and tobacco, of streets rins

lien stepped from the

lly, just the blur of a wo

t caught him, and he froze,

ightly, as if to call

eached the curb,

t collar turned up, listening t

hy it mattered,

ng the Seine, Julien poured a gla

ainst the water like sequins

self it was

mself it w

d his eyes, the darkness

ilk, in shado