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... indows of the Vaise family’s private infirmary, gilding the room in muted gold.
Dust motes drifted lazily in the beams, floating above the bed where the mountain of a man—Varian Von Vaise—lay still, his chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths.
Raven stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, posture casual, but his eyes sharp.
Clara leaned at his side, expression calm as always, though her gaze kept flicking between Raven and the man in the bed, her mind ...
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