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... from the day before, only now she walked into it with a sense of dread rather than confusion. She saw him immediately, sitting at a secluded table in the corner, a glass of wine untouched before him. Duke Philip was the mirror image of his brother—the same dark hair, the same strong jawline—but his eyes were colder, and a shadow of bitterness seemed to cling to him.
She approached the table, and he stood as she neared, a polite but cool gesture.
"So you didn’t want to meet with ...
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