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... , as if he were a king on a throne rather than a guest in the Duke’s grand chamber. But beneath the veneer of control, Ashok’s mind raced with anxiety.
’Did I push too far? ’Ashok wondered, his eyes drifting to Cassius. The man stood motionless in the center of the room, his posture rigid. His head was bowed low, the wide brim of his bamboo hat casting a shadow over his face, obscuring any sign of emotion.
The sword in Cassius’ grip was steady, but Ashok noticed the faintest trem ...
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