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... g through thick red curtains. The walls are lined with dark wood and endless rows of books I doubt he’s ever read. A single painting of a golden sea sunset hangs above the fireplace, too perfect, too deliberate.
I sit where he’s told me to—on the pale velvet chair that sinks under my weight like it’s trying to swallow me whole.
Why did he call for me?
"Lady Daphne," he says again, more gently now, folding his hands over a stack of carefully arranged parchment.
"Wo ...
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