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... n a single drink than most folks made in a week. Crystal chandeliers threw sparkles across polished marble floors, while men in thousand-dollar suits laughed at jokes that weren’t funny and women draped in jewelry pretended to care about charity auctions.
Kaine Cross stood at the bar, nursing his fourth whiskey and watching the parade of fake smiles and designer dresses. The scythe strapped across his back drew nervous glances from the wealthy crowd, but nobody said anything. They all kn ...
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