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... sweat mingling in the air.
Two dozen eyes turned on him, every one of them trying to measure his intent, his identity, and most importantly—his threat level.
He said nothing at first. Just walked, slow and relaxed, toward the dining table.
The woman seated there flinched slightly but didn’t look at him directly. Her hands trembled faintly in her lap, hidden beneath the tablecloth.
Her eyes flicked toward him for the briefest second—then back down.
"Good e ...
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