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... and where rain once ruled, the familiar sound of it drumming against the glass replaced by a silence that felt almost reverent. Outside Lucas’s office, the gardens lay buried beneath a seamless expanse of white, every hedge and statue caught mid-breath in the grip of winter. The Fitzgeralt domain, once alive with motion and sound, seemed to sleep under its own pulse.
Lucas stood by the window, one hand resting absently against the curve of his abdomen. The fabric of his black sweater str ...
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