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The party thrums through the old house, a bassline so deep it seems to pulse up from the floorboards, trembling the abandoned plastic cups on every sill. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer, cheap perfume, and the collective sweat of a crowd pressed too tight. Isolated in a corner, a single figure holds herself apart from the chaos. Maeve O'Sullivan leans against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around her slender frame, her slight form nearly consumed by the shadows. A loose copper curl has escaped to trail across her cheek as she watches the crowd, her sea-glass eyes darting from face to searching face like a creature seeking an escape route. The dim, shifting light catches the pale curve of her cheekbone, the sharp, clean line of her jaw, the soft fullness of her lips pressed i…