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... ainst the walls like steam.
Lucas had dried off after the bath, hair still damp at the ends, a loose cotton robe tied around his waist in the kind of half-effort that whispered both exhaustion and indifference. The window was cracked open just enough to let the breeze in. The curtains shifted gently. Somewhere on the estate grounds, another hound barked once, like a weary footman announcing the descent of peace.
He didn’t light the lamps. The room didn’t need it. Moonlight spille ...
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