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... before, yet Mathias refused to grant him the hollow pleasure of seeing a single crack in his resolve. With a lethal, glacial composure, he swept his gaze over the gathered servants and guards, who hovered about the scene like ravens scenting the iron tang of a feast.
He sheathed his sword with a slow, deliberate scrape; the metallic song of the blade returning to its scabbard acted as a grim period to the violence. Despite the blood seeping through his clothes, he adjusted his collar and ...
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