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... they’d just left, a narrow, quiet space at the far end of the east wing, with shelves of old ledgers along the walls and a single lamp throwing a golden pool over the table. No flowers, no candelabras, no preening relatives, just plates already laid out by the staff, steam rising from simple dishes that smelled of rosemary and garlic.
Lucas dropped into his chair like he’d been shot and immediately reached for the bread. "I think I survived a firing squad."
Trevor shed his jacke ...
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