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... past life, he had been nothing more than a ghost,just another face in the crowd, another name on a timecard.
He had worked himself to death,literally,for a job that would have replaced him before his chair grew cold.
And now? Now he was Arthur Osborn, heir to a powerful family. The contrast was almost laughable.
He paused beside a marble bench, running his fingers along its smooth surface.
The coldness of the stone grounded him, pulling him back from the tide of ...
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