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The fire in the hearth crackled, casting dancing shadows across the oak-paneled walls of the study. Seated in a high-backed leather chair was Duke Alistair Arkwright, a man in his late fifties whose broad shoulders and stern face spoke more of a lifelong soldier than a refined noble. His hair, once dark, was now a distinguished silver at the temples, and his eyes, the color of flint, were fixed on the report in his hands.
Standing at rigid attention before the heavy desk was his ...
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