The Silent Waltz
The jazz band played something that sounded like happiness if you didn't listen too closely. Claire Fitzgerald stood on the terrace of the Van Court estate, one hand resting on the stone balustrade, watching through the french doors the golden whirl of bodies spinning across the ballroom floor. Champagne caught the chandelier light and turned it into something that looked almost like hope. She...
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