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... gar smoke, spilled wine, and noise. The low-ceilinged room was dimly lit by flickering oil lamps that cast long, dancing shadows on the walls. The only sharp sounds were the clinking of gold coins, the soft slap of cards on felt tables, and the low, constant murmur of voices, which buzzed like a nest of angry bees.
And today, the bees were buzzing around one person in particular: Lord George Pembroke.
He sat at a card table in the center of the room, though he wished he could mel ...
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