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... of Gray kind of morning, the sky heavy with the threat of a downpour. I watched the clouds gather, feeling the weight of the Thurston name sitting like lead in my stomach.
Downstairs, the dining room felt like a courtroom.
Casimir didn’t say a word when I walked in, but I felt him. His gaze pinned to me as I moved toward the sideboard. I sat across from him, the steam from my tea acting as a pathetic little smoke screen between us. I wasn’t thirsty. I was just trying to remember ...
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