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... the chandelier, amber and ruby glass, throwing soft reflections over the gilded trim, remained. The air was still, touched faintly by the scent of tea and the last traces of sandalwood from the evening fire.
Chris had fallen asleep where he’d been reading earlier, half-curled on one of the couches that lined the window alcove. The patterned cushions had swallowed him whole, color and quiet, until he looked more like part of the room than a person in it.
Outside, the night stretc ...
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