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... nce thick with the scent of raw exertion and mingled sweat, had cooled slightly, leaving behind a stale, heavy reminder of the marathon debauchery.
Alaric stood near the large window, looking out over the sprawling Steele family estate. He was dressed now, immaculate in fine trousers and a silk shirt, his blonde hair perfectly styled, betraying none of the savage activity that had consumed him for nearly twenty-four hours.
Behind him, the room bore silent testament. Torn remnants ...
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