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... or a house shrouded in such dark shadows. I sat by the window of my private chambers, my fingers tracing the cold glass.
Below, in the gardens, the dew was still clinging to the roses, but my mind was stuck in the humid, suffocating atmosphere of last night’s ballroom.
The silence of my room was a heavy weight. My grandson had not shown up to his own engagement.
I sighed, a sound that felt like it carried the weight of the entire Salvatore lineage. I felt the sharp sting ...
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