All bets were definitely off. Raoul was in town and Christine would probably be seeing him. He’d catch them singing under his chandelier, dancing in slow circles under those gold-burning bulbs. Or maybe he’d just stay below, mind his business, play his organ, wear his mask.
Yes, that sounded nice.
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