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... hanging glass chandeliers, their expensive crystals catching the morning light in soft, fractured glimmers.
He shifted slowly, pushing himself upright against the headboard before swinging his legs over the edge. His feet hovered there a moment as he checked — yes, the pristine cloth was still positioned beneath the bed where he’d placed it. Only then did he let his toes touch down.
He hated dirt. Especially beneath his feet. Because then he’d have to clean it, but he also hated ...
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