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... and Duke’s estate as a dart hit a wooden board with surgical precision. The tip vibrated, lodging itself beside a dozen others already clustered at the bullseye.
The elders seated at the long table flinched.
Aithur didn’t notice—or perhaps, he didn’t care. His expression was cool, detached, almost lazy. He leaned back on his chair, resting his cheek on his fist, his sharp black eyes half-lidded as if even being awake for this meeting was too much effort. His other hand toyed with ...
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