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... against the polished stone floors.
The luxury surrounding him was almost suffocating in its contrast to the pits—the filth, the blood, the ever-present stench of death.
Here, the air was perfumed with something floral and expensive.
The walls bore depictions of war and conquest, their colors rich, their details painstakingly accurate.
Chandeliers of crystalline splendor displaced fractured light across the halls.
It was a world Ian had never belonged to—a ...
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