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... two subtle knocks, and the door opened just slightly before he was ushered in without a word.
Inside, the room was dimly lit by a lone brazier casting faint, dancing shadows on the marbled walls. Marquess Scott stood by the window, his arms crossed behind his back, fingers twitching in barely veiled agitation.
"They’re moving too fast," he said in a low voice, sharp and deliberate. "Faster than I anticipated. We may have less time than we thought."
The young man, slender, ...
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