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... way sunsets were beautiful, or poetry, or whatever nonsense people waxed romantic about. No. This was the beauty of precision. Of meticulous planning. Of corruption so elegantly executed it bordered on artistry.
I sat at the desk in my designated study, surrounded by Aldric’s meticulously organized notes, and read through Marquess Theron Ashveil’s financial crimes with something approaching admiration.
Eight years.
Eight years of systematic embezzlement from the imperial ...
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