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... ng, low and patient, stirred the air.
From the far end of the hall, Griv appeared—almost floating rather than walking, so light were his nimble steps. His butler coat was slightly crooked, a monocle perched awkwardly over one yellow eye, and he bowed so deeply it seemed his back might snap.
"My Lord, the portal has been summoned. All awaits your illustrious command," he said, his voice oozing an aristocratic purr. "Might I suggest a cloak for the Young Miss? She seems... ripe for ...
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