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... was not merely an absence of sound.
It was suffocating with the discordant echoes of a history that logically should not exist. It was a history written in blood and betrayal, yet here it sat, pulsing in the very air he breathed.
Lucian stood like a pillar of shadow in the center of his expansive office, his lungs drawing in the scent of aged, dusty parchment and the lingering, intoxicating sweetness of Isabella’s unique aromaa.
In his fragmented mind, he was no longer co ...
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