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... he metallic shriek currently passing for music.
Chris straightened instinctively, his posture snapping into consort-perfect alignment despite his lower back protesting the movement. Dax glanced over, and a moment later Rowan slipped inside with the silent efficiency of someone who had spent years navigating kings, crises, and the occasional scandal.
Rowan’s face was expressionless, professionally blank, the way only a man who had seen far too much could manage. In one hand, he ca ...
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