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... nding before him. Even before they spoke, he could tell this man was a free spirit.
Unlike the other nobles who styled every strand of hair to perfection, the windswept, loosely dried hairstyle was a clear giveaway. Only the last three buttons were done on his shirt, which was still made of fine fabric, exposing his firm chest through the open shirt. The belt around his waist was loosely tied; one good sprint and it looked like it would slip off entirely. Even his shoes were crushed at t ...
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