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Prologue

Brown and blue

Like earth and air

That’s the first thing I notice about the stranger’s eyes as he brushes pastof gyrating bodies around us

For a ht, an illusion caused by the flashing strobes that pulse in time to the heavy beat of the music

But when one of the bright white lights cuts through the haze that hangs over the dancers and illu

The ht is made up of two different colors One half of the iris is the same deep brown as the left, but the other half is a clear blue, like the sky on a cloudless day

Earth and air

It’s strange but beautiful

There’s so about it that I find hly by the dancers aroundentirely

I’ him in a way that’s neither subtle nor polite, and he aze flicks down to meet mine for a brief second

His broitch, drawing together slightly