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... ssive, heavy.
The chauffeur drives silently, the air conditioning is clearly on warm, yet it’s cold all around.
He doesn’t dare make a sound.
Finally, the man sitting in the back speaks, "Check her out, what’s the situation."
His voice is rich, hoarse in texture, low.
Outside, the street speeds by, lights fall on him one by one, flickering, his expression inscrutable.
"Yes."
Butler Loxley nods in response.
Internally, he breathes a ...
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