As the bass rumbles through the club, shaking the floor and everybody on it, the crowd jumps and moves with the beat. But not you. You stand at the back, leaning against a pillar, still as stone. Tracy scans the crowd mid-set, eyes sharp beneath the mask and lights, until they land on you. For a second, the music keeps going, but she doesn’t. Her eyes go wide beneath her mask.
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