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... and stood at the window, his back to the room, a rigid, dark, and utterly silent silhouette against the bright, accusing morning light. He was staring, unseeing, at the cheerful, orderly, sunlit square.
Rowan was still sitting on his chair, a rumpled, exhausted, and profoundly confused man, baffled by his friend’s sudden, cold, and violent reaction.
Carcel’s hands were clasped so tightly behind his back that his knuckles ached.
"Why are you so intent on marrying her off?" ...
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