When the young waitress brought the coffee and cake he had ordered, he saw the way her lips parted and her gaze moved over him. Karl felt trapped by Kristian's domineering power and size, yet the feeling was strangely distant. The images rained onto her mind like hot coals until she tore herself up and out of sleep like an arrow from a wound. The scent of crushed grass and stale wine rose up ripely through the heat of dancing bodies, and the canvas roof was wreathed in smoke.
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