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From across the bar I watched her dance, carefree like a whirling dervish. Laugher came easily to her and it was infectious, she lifted everyone who caught her eye into her sparkling world. I slipped unnoticed into the hub around her and joined in the wave of movement swaying this way and that until we were shoulder to shoulder alongside at least a dozen other drunken revellers; I had no trouble casting the blade into her side then cruising back out. Several moments passed before anyone realised anything was wrong, the throng of bodies holding her up suddenly fell away as she collapsed to the floor, the pool of blood beneath her clashing violently with her magenta dress and the smile still fixed to her face.