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... urled loosely around the stem of a crystal goblet.
The wine within was dark and heavy, a bitter vintage that clung to the tongue and burned faintly on its descent. He sipped it not for pleasure, but for the rhythm of the act—for the illusion of composure while his golden eyes never strayed far from the duke.
Augustus. The venerable noble wrapped in velvet and authority. The man who carried both the weight of a title and the shadow of corruption.
Aiden’s lips tightened as ...
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