4 The taxi pulled up just short of the pub entrance, headlights slicing through a light drizzle that misted the pavement like stage fog. Sam stepped out with quiet confidence, heels meeting the concrete like punctuation. Her dress caught the glimmer from nearby streetlamps, hugging just enough to earn a second glance but not demand…...
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