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... White paint. Crown molding imported from Italy. A custom chandelier his father had commissioned that probably cost more than most people’s cars hanging in the center of the room.
His ceiling.
His room in the Patel estate.
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His muscles felt like someone had put them through a meat grinder, then reassembled them slightly wrong. Every small movement—turning his head, flexing his fingers, even breathing—sent waves of complaint through a body that had been unco ...
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