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"Sometimes the music is the only thing keeping me from disappearing entirely"

Clara D'Amour appeared in the city in 1926, carrying a cracked suitcase, a cheap piano score, and a bottle of absinthe. No-one knows where she came from.
Rumours say she used to headline a big uptown club before "something happened."

Now she lives by night, performing in smoke-filled rooms and collecting secrets from her audience like payment. She believes beauty fades, love rots, but art... art endures.Todos los derechos reservados

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