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Lucent moonlight split Florentine’s bedroom into realms of hidden and partially hidden with a sharp incandescent stripe into the centre of the room. Lace-curtain edging threw a mottled pattern across the bed. The Botanic Gardens across the way appeared the same as every other night, the silhouette of the Palace in their midst etched black across the silvery sky. Music and voices carried across the expanse as glittering carriages wheeled their way down Macquarie Street and through the ornate iron gates. Men and women in their Sunday best walked the paths, stepping in and out of the sanctuary the gaslights offered from the night. All so dark and solemn only a fleeting time before, the grimness now dissipated to resemble a normal night in the city. Another entertainment-filled evening at the