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It's the wee hours of the morning. There are people still awake in the bar -- there are always people awake in the bar -- but in Alain's room everything is dark and silent, but for slow steady breathing. Two sleepers' breathing, tonight.

He lies in a tangle of sheets, one arm outflung. The other is wrapped around Lilly, who's curled around him with her chin tucked into his shoulder.