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... like a whip.
He stood tall beside the temple gates, his dark navy noble coat catching the morning light, matching the deep shade of his hair. His gloves, trimmed with sapphire gems, glowed faintly from the irritation pulsing through his veins. Behind him, his carriage waited — its blue crest of the grand duke glinting like a mockery of patience he didn’t have.
The young temple apprentice standing before him swallowed hard. "N-no, my lord. The Saint left two days ago for a trip. ...
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