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... f memory surged forward with painful clarity. This foyer, running down those stairs as a child. That painting was of his grandfather, who’d founded the Moorne family’s criminal empire. The slight crack in the marble by the door, where he’d dropped a vase during an argument with—
He pushed the memories back, forcing them into compartments where they couldn’t overwhelm him.
He was Jorghan now.
His past self was dead, murdered by people he’d trusted. What stood here now was ...
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