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... y crystal tumbler, the flickering candlelight reflecting in its depths but his focus was inward, troubled. He took a slow sip, the warmth doing little to ease the chill of anxiety.
"Anything to report?" Byron asked quietly, setting the tumbler down on the small table beside his leather armchair. His voice was low, weary.
His aide stood respectfully near the door. He looked uncomfortable. "No, my Lord," he replied, his voice hushed. "I’ve followed every lead, used every contact yo ...
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