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... dor as Victor moved, his stride measured but silent, every inch of him still holding the echo of the form he had just worn. By the time he reached the door of Elias’s study, the smell of imperial iris threaded with Ashwin’s faint cologne was already sliding under the threshold.
He pushed the door open without knocking.
Inside, Elias sat in the armchair, one ankle hooked over his knee, a blanket draped carelessly over his lap, and a half-finished mug of coffee on the table. Ashwin ...
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