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... he hinges yielded. Inside, the chamber was wide but not ostentatious — sunlight streamed through tall windows, pooling across a marble floor, catching in the golden trim of banners hanging on the walls.
At the far end sat a man on a carved chair that served more as a seat of state than a throne. He was not the gruff and intimidating noble Oliver had half-expected. Instead, the Viscount looked more like someone’s beloved uncle: a tall, pristine figure with neatly combed blond hair, a clea ...
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