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Chapter 8
Chapter 7 When we rejoined the others in the ballroom, I was surprised to find that the band, just like the one on board the Titanic, played on. Not rollicking dance numbers, but something soft and melancholy yet not quite funereal. They seemed to be playing more for themselves than for the others gathered in the room, but that only made it that much more moving to me. "Where did you leave Mary?" I asked, rising up on tiptoe to try to see over the crowd. Impossible with all of the top hats. "Leave her?" Brianna asked. "Weren't you with her when Otto found you?" I asked. "No," she said. I turned to look at her, as did Sophie. Brianna flinched back from that much direct gaze, immediately looking down at the toes of her shoes. "I followed her out of the hall. She ran across the ballroom,
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