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... t didn’t belong to the Fitzgeralt manor. The sconces burned low, casting warm light along the carved walls, and the air carried only the faint hum of distant night staff.
Trevor stood with his arms crossed, leaning one shoulder against the wall. Lucas sat on the nearby bench, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely. Neither spoke, but silence between them had never been uncomfortable.
They had been here before different years, different circumstances, different fears. ...
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