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... softly—low and tuneless, more habit than melody. A crisp white shirt stretched snug across his shoulders, tucked neatly into tailored black slacks. He rolled his tie between his fingers before looping it around his collar and knotting it with practiced ease.
It wasn’t a penthouse. Not even close. No marble countertops or private elevators. The bathroom light flickered if he turned it on too fast. The heater groaned like an old man during the night. But he looked around and, for once, did ...
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