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... and heavy, a humid shroud that clung to the dark, cold marble walls and blurred the sharp edges of the gilded mirrors into shimmering ghosts of gold.
Lucian stood motionless beneath the punishing downpour of the shower, his head bowed, the water scalding enough to blister the skin of any living human.
He didn’t feel the heat. He didn’t feel the sting of the spray. All he felt was the suffocating weight of his own limbs and the echo of ivory claws still raking across his psyche, t ...
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