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... he fine dust in its golden light. The breakfast table gleamed beneath the crystal chandelier—quiet elegance in every place setting. Polished silver. Hand-folded linen napkins. A tiered dish of fruit that looked more like art than food.
Lucas sat at the far end, hunched slightly over a cup of dark, fragrant coffee. He hadn’t touched the toast. The butter curled too perfectly at the edge of the plate, and he found something about it unsettling.
He wasn’t used to mornings that didn’ ...
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