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... s spoke. I simply stared, waiting for him to say something worth the mess he’d caused.
He stood there in the moon-washed silence, looking terribly out of place in all that finery, like a god who’d forgotten his own divinity.
He fidgeted, actually fidgeted, straightening the collar of his silver-trimmed attire, glancing at me, then away, then back again. The same hands that had commanded armies were now uncertain of what to do with themselves.
I raised a brow. "You’re goin ...
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