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 Had she hoped some piece of her old life would be waiting for her at the Empty Set?  Had she expected anything more than the scene of a crime? The stripped-bare remnants of the place where her life had gone to pieces?  No. No, she hadn't. Yet something had still drawn her back to the club's carpeted runners and rippling velvet curtains, the wan overexposure of its spotlights and the stage where she had once been loved.  Where she had once faced hundreds of seats and the eager shadows arranged there, their eyes turned to hungry sparks by the spotlight's stray rays. Where she had stilled every murmur of conversation with a soft intake of ai