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... ... this is my room now. From this day on."
Victor’s words were hardly more than a whisper, borne into the hush of the corridor. Taking a deliberate breath, he pressed both hands flat against the high double doors. The smooth wood was chill to his skin, adorned with intricate patterns of lotus and roses intertwined.
It pushed open with a creak, the hinges silent as if releasing secrets on a sigh.
The instant the opening grew wide enough, something slipped through—a fragra ...
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