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... if not exaggerated politeness, enticing theatrics. Even its voice had shifted. No more mocking or varying between low and high chuckles, but the mellowness of his sister whenever she discovered new pastries. It should have smelled like honey.
But Adam only felt the stink of deception behind it all.
His gaze trailed to the lidless eye on the standard beside the desk. For a heartbeat, he lost himself in the runes forming its iris. The legacy sanctum of House Dreadmarche...
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