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The auditorium held its breath the way a church holds incense. Warm amber lights poured down from the rigging and found her at once, turning the black of her long-sleeved blouse into something almost liquid and the high-waisted beige pencil skirt into a second skin that caught every fold and highlight. Elena Vale stood center stage with a black handheld microphone whose blue band glinted once when she lifted it. Her light-brown hair, streaked with quiet blonde, fell past her shoulders in a straight, shining sheet that the lights treated like another instrument.
