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The Café Royale showed its broad glass front on the western side of Piccadilly Circus, where double rows of coffee-colored tables stretched beneath its brown and white striped awnings

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The Café Royale showed its broad glass front on the western side of Piccadilly Circus, where double rows of coffee-colored tables stretched beneath its brown and white striped awnings. An arc of brick-lined channels, cut into the sidewalk and filled with running water, gave it protection from restless spirits during the night; toward dusk, lavender fires would be lit beside the doors. It was a popular spot even after dark; in early afternoon on a late winter day, the place was almost full, the windows wet and steamy.

When the group all finally arrived from their jobs, they were all crammed in together, their bags wedged between them and the steamed up window. On one side, there was Lucy, Aaliyah and George, all tucked in with barely any breathing distance. Opposite them, there was Sabrina, Lockwood and Holly, also in such a predicament.

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