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... basement...
Sinclair sat motionless on the sofa, half bathed in light and half shrouded in shadow, idly toying with the obsidian ring on his finger.
His strikingly handsome face was partially obscured, revealing only the faint upward curve of his thin lips, his true expression unreadable.
Before him knelt several gagged men of Eastern European descent.
A closer look revealed sharp nails embedded beneath their knees, blood oozing from the wounds and staining the fl ...
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