Under the Spotlight
Under the Spotlight The basement club smelled of beer and old smoke, though smoking had been illegal in enclosed spaces for twenty years. Clara Hayes did not mind. The smoke made the air thick enough to hide in. She stood on the tiny stage — a wooden platform barely bigger than a rug — and opened her mouth. The first note came out like honey poured over gravel: rough, sweet, and impossible to...
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