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Genna sighed. It was peaceful out here on the balcony—not quiet, with the party or event or whatever they called it going on, and the clatter from the residents passing by three storeys below, but peaceful. A moment to collect her thoughts, a moment to compose herself.
But only a moment. Erinya might have called this an important social gathering, but to Genna it was work.
She turned, took another sip of her drink, and slipped through the doors back into the main space.
The atmosphere was cool, but the heat from so many bodies smothered her. The room might have been acoustically treated, and the conversations weren’t loud, but they still existed as a constant hiss, an ever-present reminder that Genna was surrounded.
At least most of these people didn’t wish her harm.
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