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The door to the meeting room groaned as I pushed it open.
The scent of old parchment and cold stone met me—familiar, irritating. Grand Duke Regis was already seated inside, wearing that insufferable look he always did. That smug, calculating calm. Like his mind was always turning, sowing some useless seeds no one else could see yet.
But that wasn’t what mattered now.
I didn’t waste my breath. "Did you catch the bastard?" My voice cut through the air like a dr ...
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