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19 I found my way to the large winding staircase and between the gown and the grand stairwell, I felt like Scarlet O'Hara descending the grand staircase at Tara. Dozens of people stood in formal attire at the bottom of the stairs. Some sipped from crystal glasses while they mingled and slowly moved toward the double doors off the main room. Had I not known they were Fae, I would never have suspected the guests were anything but human. Aristocratic humans at a fancy retro costume party, but humans nonetheless. Several sets of eyes were drawn my way as I approached the last few steps and I wondered if they knew anything about me or if I was to be the subject of tonight’s conversation. I supposed that even if they did already know, I was still enough of an oddity to warrant attention. Letting
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