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... t fraction of a second before turning.
Gregoris stood before him not as a Shadow commander, but as the Duke of Alamina in full ceremonial regalia. The cut of his coat was immaculate, tailored to an inch of its life, dark fabric threaded with silver blue, a shimmer of ether threading through it. His posture was perfect, his expression polite, his presence... unchanged.
That was the problem.
"Your Grace," Rafael replied, bowing. His tone was flawless, deferential without wa ...
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