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... s of the Regent’s office like a ticking clock. It was late in the afternoon, and the light filtering through the gray sky made the room appear colder than it was. Logs burned in the marble hearth, but Lancelot barely noticed the warmth. He sat behind his desk, quill in hand, ink pot open, and a mountain of papers spread before him.
This would be the most delicate maneuver of his regency yet.
Across from him sat Alicia Viremont, her boots damp from their earlier walk across the pa ...
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