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... of a flute. As his eyes fluttered open, he glanced around the enormous and garishly appointed room, but he couldn’t find the origin of the music. Yet, even so, he found it enormously soothing, as if it was capable of washing all of his cares away.
Of course, it only took a moment for him to remember the urgency of Ironshore’s situation, and when he did, that dense brick of anxiety that had plagued him for the past couple of weeks returned to the pit of his stomach. Tension tightened his ...
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