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... the private study was dense, weighed down by tension and the scent of dried lavender that had long since lost its soothing charm. Sunlight tried to break through the tall stained-glass windows but failed; it cast fractured patterns of gold and crimson across the floor, like wounds that couldn’t heal.
Maximilian Voclain sat behind the grand mahogany desk—his desk now, ever since their father had died. He wore the black-and-silver robes of the Voclain patriarch, his sharp features cast in ...
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