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... ewly acquired creek parcel, where the rhythmic clang of hammers and the shouts of workmen already filled the air. Lord Byron stood on a slight rise, his booted feet planted firmly on the damp earth, surveying the burgeoning foundations of what was to be a formidable new Tarvan – The Golden Stag, he’d decided to call it, a defiant nod to his plan as a decoy for transporting illegal procurements. He wore practical, dark riding clothes, but his aristocratic bearing was undiminished as he issued ins ...
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