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... red silence—polished floors, motion-sensitive lights, and that soft scent of aged paper and expensive wood that only came from a wing untouched by casual visitors.
Alistair followed, several steps behind, like a man walking through a mild fever dream. His mouth opened twice. Nothing came out.
Trevor said nothing.
Lucas definitely noticed.
Windstone, as always, walked like he had seen worse and was waiting for the next installment.
They stepped into a long ...
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