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... inking teacups, no murmured arguments, no sound of servants being flayed by passive-aggressive requests for imported sugar swans. Just the muted brush of footsteps and the kind of tension usually reserved for international summits and sudden-death chess matches.
Trevor walked like he was going into a boardroom with guns under the table. Lucas walked like a man being escorted to an altar and a firing squad simultaneously. Benjamin strolled, perfectly at ease, because he had already accept ...
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