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... a place where a baby had spat up on the drapes four days ago.
Windstone had summoned the subtle chaos of the elite domestic arts; cushions were straightened into diplomatic alignment, windows polished until the world outside looked like a curated exhibit, and the foyer now smelled faintly of cedarwood and guiltless wealth. The scent blend had been engineered by a palace perfumer with a degree in olfactory politics and a vendetta against lemon.
Lucas, no longer in bed but not enti ...
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