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... g with Vitor again. The first suit was already waiting on a padded hanger, shoes polished until Elias could see his own unimpressed reflection in them. He sighed, muttered something about execution by wardrobe, and shrugged out of his own jacket.
One of the staff reached as if to help, but Elias shot them a look over the rim of his glasses that froze them mid-gesture. "I’m not an invalid. I can dress myself."
From the armchair, Victor’s voice drifted like smoke. "Undress, you mea ...
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