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... cooked—medium-rare, seared to a crust that gave way to tender, bloody warmth beneath. The Maxtons had always possessed impeccable taste in personal chefs; one of the few things he could still admire about this mausoleum of a family without irony.
He chewed slowly, savouring the flavour, allowing the silence to stretch across the mahogany table like a tightening garrote while Harold settled into his throne at the head and the others arranged themselves with the wary prec ...
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