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... areful fingers, the golden pieces catching the faint light, their delicate shine almost unreal in the dim room.
Slowly—deliberately—he reached for Florian’s ear. His movements were smooth, almost practiced, yet Florian could feel it: the slightest tremor running through Hendrix’s hand, a crack in the mask of confidence he wore so easily.
’He’s nervous...’
The thought hit harder than it should have. Hendrix always carried himself with polished arrogance, with that dangerou ...
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