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... ing mug, the other lazily braced against the counter, his hips cocked in that perfectly unbothered CFO posture while behind him, the world devolved into magical slapstick. Puppet servants, finally freed from Lullaby’s sleep spell, jerked violently to life. One smashed a tray. Another bumped into a pillar and apologized to it. A third sprinted into the kitchen holding a mop like a weapon, eyes wide with mechanical dread.
The coffee was perfect.
Deep. Dark. With the faint aftertast ...
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