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There's something wrong in Vegas, the lights are out, the music's off. No sound would travel through the spheres, no police cars rushing through the streets, the cavall'rie won't leave their house. No gambling, sex or drunken laughter, not a movement in the dark: just pirouetting smoke, rising and falling and wafting through space, befogging the world in gracious dreams.
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