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... h. His gauntleted fingers flexed and stilled on the pommel of his sword. Twice he drew breath to speak, and twice Michael’s slight tilt of the head kept him quiet.
Minutes went by.
The tea cooled.
Somewhere in the castle, a bell marked the hour.
At last, Darius Vellon entered. He took in the scene—the young Lord seated, the captain at his back, the open book in the young man’s hands—and allowed a ghost of a smile to touch his mouth.
Before offering greetin ...
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