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... heim mansion at two in the morning was thick enough to choke on. We sauntered inside, the heavy oak doors thudding shut behind us like the closing of a tomb.
I smoothed my hands down the front of my skirts. By some miracle of silk and tailoring, the dress was intact. Only Casimir and I knew that my inner drawers were a shredded ruin. My legs were still shaky, though I was not sure if it was from the warehouse or from him.
Probably both.
We were headed for the stairs when ...
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