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... oly. Swaths of fabric hung from every beam like a ritual in progress: charcoal silks, pale cream brocades, and hand-embroidered waistcoats in every shade of betrayal. The lights were too bright. The air smelled like starch and expensive fear. And in the middle of it all stood Evrin, hands on his hips, eyes ablaze with manic focus.
"Absolutely not!" he snapped the moment Lucas stepped through the door. "I told you, no blue-gray. It washes him out unless we tan him, and we are not doing th ...
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