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... n the still room.
Tirel shut the door behind them with an easy flick, the click of the latch sounding final, sharp enough to make him glance back at it. A small crease formed between his brows, his usual composure giving way to a fraction of concern.
"You think that’s going to lock on us?" he asked, his tone half-serious, half-casual, though his eyes lingered on the brass handle, noting its smooth surface and faint gleam.
She leaned against the door, arms crossed loosely, ...
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