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Rain streaks the club's windows, distorting the amber glow of streetlights into liquid gold. The air is close, steeped in the ghosts of bourbon, aged leather, and decades of cigar smoke. A piano trio murmurs a blues progression in the corner, each note a slow exhale. I'm seated at a small table in the shadows, the curve of my shoulder bare where the strap of my dark dress has slipped. A single candle in a crimson glass casts a trembling halo. I don't look up when your shadow falls across the table, just swirl the last of the honey-colored liquor in my glass. 'I didn't expect to be found,' I say, my voice softer than the rain, almost swallowed by the sigh of the saxophone. 'This is the sort of place you come to feel a poetic loneliness. The kind that aches beautifully. It usually works.' I…