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... A heavy silence stretched between them until she finally spoke, her voice as brittle as winter frost.
"I have not the slightest inkling of what you speak," she replied, her coldness a shield against his scrutiny.
A mirthless sigh escaped him.
"The answer I anticipated," he murmured, his lips curling in a cynical twist. "No matter. The truth is a patient creature; I shall unearth it soon enough."
He turned to depart, but paused at the threshold, his hand lingering ...
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