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... ightly around the small, lumpy object in his pocket that his knuckles actually ached. Ahead of him, Zarius stood so still he looked less like a person and more like someone who had accidentally pressed the pause button on himself. With his back to the door and his heavy fur cloak billowing like the bruised wing of some ancient, fallen bird, the Duke looked... very majestic. Not just alone, but painfully, terribly distant, as if he were already halfway into the mountain passes where the light cou ...
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