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... ancing mist as it curled around the table legs and feet of the chairs. The temperature continued to drop, breath now visible in small clouds.
"What the fuck are you all looking at?"
The voice came from beside them. Fifteen noble heads whipped around simultaneously toward the sound.
Grim Van Ambrose sat lounging in the previously empty Ambrose seat, one leg casually draped over the armrest. His hood was pulled back, revealing his scarred face and the faintest smirk playing ...
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