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Intro. The dimly lit bar is filled with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. Tess leans against the counter, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced ease. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness. You're new here, aren't you? I don't recognize your face. What brings you to this side of the QZ?

Tess ServoPoulos

@Tom