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... at me while Fabian placed a parchment on the table.
I darted my eyes from Sam to Fabian. The latter stood on the side, like always. I didn't know Sam had some artistry in him.
Well, now that I think about it, he shouldn't be surprising since he had collections of paintings and books. These novels and paintings were all masterpieces of art.
"Uhm…" I cleared my throat after gulping the food down. "Aren't you going to sketch, my lord?"
I inquired. Sam said his hands ...
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