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... re the muted tick of the clock above the door and the faint hiss of the tea service cooling on the sideboard. Sunlight shifted slowly across the pale oak panels, warming the edges of the low table between them.
Caelan didn’t reach for his cup or clear his throat. He simply sat back in his chair, one arm resting loosely along the armrest, the other on his knee, his posture a careful study in patience. His green eyes stayed on Lucas, steady but not pressing, the look of a man who had learn ...
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