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... urtains of the Alworth drawing room, but the atmosphere inside was cold as ice. There was no warmth here. There was only the heavy, suffocating silence of a family on the brink of collapse.
Lord Alworth sat in his high-backed armchair. He was usually a calm man, a man who cared about his club and his horses. But today, his face was a deep shade of purple. His hands shook as he held the morning newspaper. The paper crinkled loudly in his grip, the sound like dry bones breaking.
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