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Mirabel Chevenix Grande dame

“ER, IT DID SAY,” MURMURS Chloe the publicity assistant, one eye on the austere-looking elderly lady in the grey cloak stalled in the entrance hall, the other on the queue of people lined up in her majestic wake, “that guests were supposed to bring their invitations with them?”

There is an awful, freezing silence,

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