Rustic, iron hands reached out, growing at the ends into goblets of amber champagne, intoxicating the room with bubbling light. The chandelier gave shape to the cords sprawling and crawling upon the deep reds of the zigzagging bricks, mortar melting into dirt where the earth met the stage. The ivory teeth of a piano clamped shut, sinking into wet
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