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... laimed the day before. He sat with casual authority—legs parted, one forearm draped across the armrest, the other holding a goblet of dark wine he barely touched.
His shirt was open at the throat; the silver fracture on his wrist—still unnoticed by most—caught the light like a thin scar of moonlight.
The noblewomen entered slowly, singly or in pairs, as though drawn by gravity they could no longer resist. No one had summoned them. They simply came. Husbands followed at a distance ...
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