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... ute: cold, silent, and obscenely wealthy. The floors were black marble so polished I could see my own terrified, failed fox face in them. Alistair led me through hallways that felt more like a museum than a home, his shoes making no sound.
He finally stopped, not at a kitchen, but at the doors to what looked like a private parlor. "The Archduke will observe the demonstration here. The young master finds the main kitchen... too drafty."
He opened the doors. The room was dark, opul ...
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