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Dancing #75

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She knocked at the open door, perhaps more out of politeness than expectation.
I feared to pass over that threshold, but she stepped in as carefree as if she entered her own home.
Silence.
My mind full of memories, my spirit replete with fear, I took a step forward. Blood thundered in my ears, my heart burst in my chest.
"How beautiful!" I heard Lucy exclaim.
And I followed her in, to see the familiar long bar, the rough hewn tables along the length of the room and the roaring red flames of a wood fire at the far wall.

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