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In the centre stood a cocktail bar with mirrors of marbled glass behind the glass shelves. There were several skylights in the ceiling, which ushered in the brightness of moon and stars, their light bouncing off the silky marble floor. It was a larger building than it had appeared from the front, and uncannily bright.