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... lass walls and minimalist furniture, it felt like a cage. Afternoon light poured in hard and bright, cutting across polished stone floors and the glitter of a still, chlorinated pool. Every surface looked cold and lifeless, like a showroom stripped after the buyers had left.
Benedict stood at the edge of the terrace, fists braced on the railing, knuckles white. At thirty-three he still had the build of the rising star he’d once been in Palatine, but the set of his jaw and the feverish gl ...
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