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When the curtain fell and the lights came up, the applause wasn't polite. It was a rhythmic, thundering demand. In her thirties, Elena had been "The Face

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"Exactly," Margot grinned. "That’s because you were the one burning."

Elena took a breath, the scent of floor wax and old perfume filling her lungs. She stepped onto the stage.