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... the broken windows of the mansion, scattering light over the scars left by the previous night and revealing with ruthless honesty what fire, ice, and loss of control had done. The air still carried the faint scent of cracked stone and burnt wood, mingled with the cold coolness that insisted on remaining ingrained in the surfaces where Damon had lost control. He had been awake for hours when the sun finally rose on the horizon, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms as he removed, with firm ...
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